curiosity killed the needy

They say the third time's the charm,
well, i'm going on three times that.
our proximity is next to nothing
but will you tell me about your life?

condiments kid.

hey kid,
you got scars on the roof
of your mouth from all
those lies
you've been telling.
Dipped in honey.
Smile cemented strong.
Fool me once,
but you did it again.
and again.
Doesnt it get old?
Your toes are so
sticky from stepping in
grape jelly.

untitled #57 (Forest Park, you felt like home)

I've always been that girl who takes
the road less traveled ...
and uses trite expressions along the way.
I wish i'd known where this road was going.
You could have warned me,
but i think i knew -
chose to put my green sunglasses and
low-top Converse on anyways.
Didn't lock the door.
All I wanted was to catch your eye,
play in the park, fling some paint
on the white walls, put some color
in our cheeks.
Painkillers for the hole in my chest.
But I chose the wrong road.
Maybe I was hoping too hard,
saying too much with no words.
Maybe I'm still a child who just wants someone
to check the closet for monsters.
Whatever diagnosis is true,
I am just blue eyes, starburst wrappers
littering your bedroom floor.
Not one of the girls,
not one of the boys,
not yours.
I guess chaos and pretty words
do not earn brownie points.

merry-we-go-'round.

Promise?
I promise, I'm not going anywhere.
a thousand times.
But that was a lie too,
you just didnt know it yet.
You'll get tired of the things
that dont make sense:
crying and laughing and impossible
dreams and bad days that you only
want to make better.
It's not you but, sometimes it is, but
mostly it's just me.
But why would you understand?
You havent known me forever and I'm
not that transparent, am I?
Baby, you cant relate and
I can articulate.
For fuck sake,
I'm spinning on my own carousel.

citrus.

Look, see how beautiful they are?
These oranges wont be in season
forever, you know.
Yes, sweetheart, I know
and neither will we.

England:

isnt that where you
can travel
underground?
yes.
And they have no
monkeys.

Chill-pill.

take a break, shut your pretty eyes and
breath.
There are no ghosts in your bed.
Wont you give it a rest?
Wont you give me a try?
Ice cream for breakfast,
time of your life.
Kisses for dinner,
no space or distance.
Eat you up to keep you close.
oh, thats right, you're a vegetarian.
Thank you for remembering, love,
most people forget.

papercuts

She makes lists
for no other reason that to fill
the blank pages with words,
her handwriting, that of a romantic.
Give a piece of herself to the spaces.
It's a waste of time, she knows
and write on like, one. two. three.
Hey, whatever makes you happy, baby.
and do you know, I've spent so much
money on you? Pull yourself together, kid!
If it were that simple, do you think
she'd still be making lists?

you caught me.

but the story doesnt end here, you know
I've still got teeth and eyes
and thighs
I've even got a heart. Promise.
You make me wanna shoot guns and pick
peaches and set things on fire.
Pretend that I'm not dying.
But who am I kidding?
I've been dying for years.
Dying for you, I would.
at least my teeth arent rotting and
my eyes are still blue.
So is the sky, and pigs dont fly,
yet So, i think everything
will be okay.
And if it's not, if nothing else,
you taught me how to argue.

It's 2:33 in the morning.

If nothing else, you taught me how to argue.