i have already been the recipient
for that toxic stare.

i have been the disillusioned
pretty eyed siren for all the lives
you've destroyed by now.

do we all fall for it?

you put my hands on my hips
and you say "i know what you mean"
but then,
"you know what i mean"
and i can write a song about that
and hum it to myself later when you let me down.

tyrant of the sad girls,
i have seen that spaced out glimmer,
finding truth in the bad side of the tracks,
throwing around words like beautiful,
but is that the baby i hear crying upstairs?

i want to be the reason
for your remorseful change
but i already know how this story ends.

you will tire of those lyrics we both know
and when the lights go out my breast
will be any other breast in the dark
and i will break under you,
you will revive on the lust of your thirsty hungers.

but in the end,
i will just be history.
a check mark in the book of your despair.
you will think of me and slow-dim your eyes
out of respect but you
won't remember my middle name,
or the look on my face when i touched your chest
for the first time.

11/19/2010

Posted on 11/19/2010
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