

Maybe if you were hereI had a miserable time. Beneath my brain's foamy beer-stained chaos, I managed to tell myself over and over again, "this may suck, but at least you look damn good." (I'd broken out the little black cocktail dress.)Maybe if you were here
A man with a goofy smile and glassy eyes wrapped an arm around me, rooting me to the place I stood. He asked me how I was doing--if I was enjoying myself--and I managed a fuzzy, "yeah this is ok I guess i'm not sure if i'll stay for much longer though it's getting kind of crowded and all i really want to do is dance and the music kinda sucks..."
"OHMYGOD I LOVE THAT BAND TOO" he yelle


nail polishmy teeth have bitten nails; i've painted some deep red-- others i've left naked.nail polish
i'll peel off my paint for you-- a naked girl left on your bed.
but only if you promise to paint me back red.


corneredoh god you're a fucking joke just shut up and let me tug on your hair big boy she says when she's lonely and he tries to find something more in her eyes than the color brown. she's messy and she likes it-- feeling disheveled and unleveled and off kilter trying to hold on to flat walls walking through grungy rooms searching for the toilet. the music is oppressive and stretches, warping through closed doors while she finds fleeting peace in sitting on cold dirty porcelaincornered
then falling on the floor. what the hell am i doing here what the hell am i doing here she chants wanting to get o


let down.i am not impressed.let down.
you're life has become hectic
drunk
unkempt your hair is a mess.
stop pretending that everything is ok.
i can hear fools swarm outside your door at night and there alone on your bed i lay.
what has happened to your face?
that smile you used to give to me so freely has been sourly replaced.
i do not understand.
take some responsibility grow up god dammit be a fucking man.
my hands can't hold yours anymore.
don't come around here tomorrow or the day after or th
used to be calmingchaos!
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