poem by me called-centromere
Mutual feelings left sitting on the tousled covers
cold hands tell more than a story
I wanted to be the envy of the town
no one would expect such an ugly girl to have
your heart must be in aftershock
did all that black eyeliner seep into your mind
filling in the gaps in your brain
and blackening the holes in your heart
a deep voice and some smooth talk
it works like date rape in your drink
you come back to consciousness and you find
there’s no support beams to hold my smile
such a pretty face, how did you wind up here
on a body of pestilence and filth
does guilt always come attached to fun
spun me like a spiders silk
denial in all its glory blazes fiery within me
masochist from birth, I guess I like to get hurt
at my own expense, I just love to see you smile