Ramble ramble
It wasnt hard for me
to let you in, on my rubbish little secret
i'm sure the gossip columnists in your head
got there way before me
but i thought you'd like to hear first hand
i'm pulling a paris hilton
i hope you understand
"i'm not such a bad girl...just misunderstood "
popping my gum and getting drunker nd drunker
as i veer towards the edge
the thin line seperating truth from half truth
like a mexican crosses the border.
Trust is a two way street
and we were both aiming for a clean getaway
instead we crashed into one another
it hurt...why cant i be more careful
fucking P platers.
"Hello, border security? i'd like to report
a self confessed bastard.
he came in and broke the great wall of denial
with his sheer wit
he then pulled a houdini and disappeared..my ickle heart in tow."
I read in the paper today
they found my heart strewn across perth
tiny, glittering, sharp fragments
lodged in the soft tavern seats in Mt lawley
and the boardwalk in hilarys
not to mention cafe strips in leederville and fremantle.
I got jabbed in the foot
when i was at Kate's
by one such piece,
i'd cry but i dont know how
i'd bleed but the blood went still and clotted ages ago
I still feel though.. its odd.
All the kings horses.....
Call the doctor
i think i'm hallucinating!
i thought i saw you
in the tune of a song
just a shadow
melting.
and when my fingers play
the keys
just to pin the shadow down
they betray my resiliance
to soft, mournful tunes of weakness
if my feminist sisters could see me now
they'd slay me now
what have i done...what have i become.
I can be your heroin if you let me
i can be your death i know but
if you're careful when you inject me
i can show you things you've never seen before
i can find you interesting places to explore
but fuck im content just being your .........
You defeat the purpose
its like breaking a fast with wine
it gets me every time how
i think things are going to be a ok
but they turn out funny
in a not so amusing way.
We can stay as we are if you please
i dont mind
i dont have a heart
and i could'nt care less
for sweet nothings
lets be post modern here
whatever you would have said
would have been said before
by some other guy
in the same position (literal and metaphorical)
We dont need to trust each other
we dont need to like each other
or fuck each other
or even be in the same room as each other
But fate conspired
or God was bored and the new season of the OC doesnt get here till january...
so you happened
and i will unhappen just as quickly if you want.
what do you want?
I am a mirror.
Either you can find it in me
or i can reflect whats in you.
Poetry is fun
I'm such an emo
I hope i amuse you
or else i shall take a pen to your face
and play connect the dots
if only to discover secret emo poetry in you.
For once i want to be silent
like a temple at dawn
basking in the glow
of the unknown
OMmmmmmm?