You try to play cool. Like you just don’t care. But soon I’ll be playin’ in your underwear.
Bright scribbled swearing on plain bathroom stall walls, you stand in front of them, innocent expression on your face. These stalls playing the background at the moment contain more gossip than I could withhold, but this fact doesn’t matter an ounce at the moment, or the fact that there’s a “Niki sucks cock” rumor written in huge magic marker to the left of my shoulder. No, it didn’t matter at all since my back was turned. The day was a haze of my own obsession anyways, my own world of boredom covering up every insult with every new regret. The latest one was about to be given back to the toilet in front of me. Club 24 is your life, since you’re life never stops so doesn’t this. Vomit hits the water, throat hacks, stomach empties, insults evaporate…or at least the ones being yelled in my head. Insecurity, you’re just jealously in the form of sharpie outlines of insults and rumors on a dirty stall. This was a daily routine; picturing a beautiful image during a gruesome nightmare. Vomit bits floating in a pool of scrambled eggs, it was whole when you ate it. Picture in my mind is white clouds floating along blue skies on a “high”. I bring my face back to the surface, life is now gone, bright thoughts nonexistent playing on a sunny day of ironic mess ups, what a wonder and yet it’s all just the beginning of the havoc thats to come. Get already Bitches. (Especially Him)
For a change, a new body, a new face, a new attitude, a new place. That bastard thinks he’s so cool sitting on top of trash cans, making other plans. He’s got something coming, something he can’t handle. “So zip you’re pants and do the talking; I bet I can top every sarcastic comment you throw at me.” That dumb little shit tries to show me his dick again I’ll fucking cut it off. “You really don’t believe me, I’ll fucking show you.” Thin and dominating never came so fucking easy. That’s all you need to turn on a fifteen year old douchebag. Long slender legs that stay closed with a loud fucking mouth that stays opened. Class A shit talker that laughs a sweet laugh at every one of your lame stale jokes. Throws long layered hair back every time I want to show attitude after every insulting compliment that comes out of you’re useless mouth. There’s a difference between my words and yours buddy, mine count... they settle up in the air, whisper in your ears, make you nervious, stick to your brain. Act cool now but you don’t know what’s going to fucking hit you. This is my warning to you.
Watch you’re back I’m coming bullet fast. Right now I hate you, I lust you, and can’t stand you. Hatred, you’re just something that I can’t have…for now. Lust; you're just the bate to reel all the other fishs in. Ball's in my court, I'll never let myself be just a fish to anyone else. Players will be players, douchebags will be douchebags; grow a fucking pair. You’ll need it after I’m through with you. I can use you for pleasure and throw you out like trash. Trust me, it’s not a first time for me sweetheart. I’m coming, and this time you better fucking believe it. Oh you cute ass boy, vomit is a low price to pay in return for your tears *wink* Damn this ego never gets old. HAHAHA.