a mannequin of sorts

[xmayhem]

sometimes i wonder.

3am (the unholiest hour)
donning neon pink 1980s dress,
with free expensive jeans..

unbalanced eyes,
some sort of hormonal imbalance.

i just want to sex you up
until we both bleed
but then,
are you worth it?
are we worth it?
for a moment, i think not.
and the next, otherwise.
i wish you knew how to show me you want me so bad.
or maybe you really dont want me that bad. dont want me at all?

and all i wanted was a simple thing, a simple kind of life. and all i needed was a simple man, so i could be a wife.

a high-class hostess,
beer and peanuts.
thats what my father said.
and a high-class hostess i will be.

i always was the one with all the love.
you came along, i'm hunting you down.

sometimes i wish for a mistake
but i am myself a mistake
a mistake you made
a mistake you dont want to erase

tonight i'll sleep in a bath of your beauty
wrapped in pressed wool
your dna trapped in its intrinsic structure
tricking love into tried and tired neurons
oh i love you so,
i'm deceiving you so.



"now all those simple things are simply too complicated for my life"