blind

[childisgone]

still VERY much in the working process...

~

if i cracked from nose end
to fingernail would you notice
a disturbance in the perfect air
you breathe?

feeling's a little harder to feign
stripping myself of idiosyncrasies
to fade into a background of
every other girl before the
bloodletting

society's a goddamn whore,
didn't you know?

i wore a t-shirt with "paris"
written on it over a picture
of the Eiffel tower just to seem
a little more worldly

but then i realized you drink coffee
and not tea in the mornings

i told you that
you made roses smell sweeter,
and you sheered my heart
to hear the petals hit the ground

you always liked the sound
of glass against mirrors

i can't pretend not to love that intent
look on your face when you strum
out your dream; i remember it
from when you replaced your guitar
with me

i met your ears (and your mouth)
but i guess i was too bittersweet
the chord gone awry
sticking out like splitting skin
in a swarm of bees

the sting is just acidic enough
for you to watch me die with that
perfect look i always loved
curving serpentine at your lips

you clipped my wings
and set me free
to live a fantasy
you made for me

but perfection slept with chaos
and my world went tumbling down

before i got the chance to hear you say,
"i never loved you anyway"