Pretty Young Things (Chapter 3)
She wasn’t blind. (Unfortunately.)
She saw the looks, the touches (the Gossip Girl blasts) that whispered
(screamed)
Nate and Serena were well on their way to becoming a bona-fide couple.
(Is it over yet?)
Eye contact was no longer an option; he didn’t deserve even that much.
(Can I open my eyes?)
She wasn’t deaf. (Not for lack of trying. What is it they say about loud music and headphones?)
She heard the rumors, mumblings, her cell phone singing “…set the dark on fire…”
(Goddamn Gossip Girl blasts)
Briefing the world Barbie & Ken were making up.
(Didn’t they get divorced?)
There was dissention among her followers;
“Didn’t you guys used to date? Hook up?”
(We moved on.)
“Are you just gonna let that bitch steal your man?”
(We grew apart.)
She dismisses their queries-a Queen has places to be.
(I’ll pretend I’m okay with it all.)
They hadn’t had a conversation in months.
(If you open your mouth, you’ll have to stop biting your tongue.)
But she wasn’t mute.
She wasn’t numb. (That’s what Damien was for.)
She couldn’t feel the cold with the chemical heat searing her veins.
The dark is her friend now; seedy bars, risqué clubs, alleys, Central Park, the limo, the hotel room-
(-Lights off.)
When she can’t see she can pretend
(she won’t walk away but she won’t look back)
that she’s done hoping, that she’s beyond hope;
that the eyes that scorch her skin and scar her wounds
(when she visits Chuck who has ‘forgotten’ to mention that he’s ‘stopped by’)
Belong to someone else.
(Cause when he’s looking she falls apart.)
She saw the looks, the touches (the Gossip Girl blasts) that whispered
(screamed)
Nate and Serena were well on their way to becoming a bona-fide couple.
(Is it over yet?)
Eye contact was no longer an option; he didn’t deserve even that much.
(Can I open my eyes?)
She wasn’t deaf. (Not for lack of trying. What is it they say about loud music and headphones?)
She heard the rumors, mumblings, her cell phone singing “…set the dark on fire…”
(Goddamn Gossip Girl blasts)
Briefing the world Barbie & Ken were making up.
(Didn’t they get divorced?)
There was dissention among her followers;
“Didn’t you guys used to date? Hook up?”
(We moved on.)
“Are you just gonna let that bitch steal your man?”
(We grew apart.)
She dismisses their queries-a Queen has places to be.
(I’ll pretend I’m okay with it all.)
They hadn’t had a conversation in months.
(If you open your mouth, you’ll have to stop biting your tongue.)
But she wasn’t mute.
She wasn’t numb. (That’s what Damien was for.)
She couldn’t feel the cold with the chemical heat searing her veins.
The dark is her friend now; seedy bars, risqué clubs, alleys, Central Park, the limo, the hotel room-
(-Lights off.)
When she can’t see she can pretend
(she won’t walk away but she won’t look back)
that she’s done hoping, that she’s beyond hope;
that the eyes that scorch her skin and scar her wounds
(when she visits Chuck who has ‘forgotten’ to mention that he’s ‘stopped by’)
Belong to someone else.
(Cause when he’s looking she falls apart.)