Off with their heads!
She is screaming
She is hurting
Wanting
Her life is a chrysalis, weaving lines of scars on her thighs
Covered with a thin film of dried glue
Blonde hair and gigantic eyes
Growing shrinking
But forever loved.
I'll teach you how to fly!
You are the champion!
They are sword fighting and she is laughing
Her smile is a lemon curl
So zesty and bright and fresh against the orange leaves and acidic it hurts
The wounds in my heart
They are hand sanitizer on bloody splinters
Ayudame!
Yo tengo una pregunta
I am snatching my words
From the air but I am too slow and too dumb
And you put the seashell to your ear
But it doesn't play the ocean's song
It plays my hurt, my desperation, my nail- bitten smiles
It leaves a circle of rust around your ear
Rust red on ivory skin
Ruining your perfection
White Queen
Rule number four: Gotta be looking pure
My fingers gripping my knight, not wanting to let go
Not wanting to give up
I do not see what you've plotted
Checkmate.
You snort derisively
I am tired. I am crashing. Sugar and gum and mints and woozy head
I'm the laziest, stupidest person I don't even know how I managed it
I don't know why
Why you're so nice
To someone like me
You are Kate Nash's saddest song, you are organic sweetener added to Coca Cola
Pandas and camels and smooth piano keys and silk scarves lined with gold threading and hope and hope and hope
You are derivatives and elo and the left brain with its clockwork seasons
I am the girl holding balloons filled with hydrogen instead of helium
The girl whose world consists of late nights strangled by sadness and Skype conversations about flooding hesitation
I do not know about rangelands or area or whatever genius you have in your brain
I wonder, if she is worth more than a god damn hat.