every gash from venerate tablets, lightning strike and burning bushes, every decadent law i broke was an effort to get away and •anger• don;t you /ever/ forget that when you need romanticized &fantasticized idylls to build yrself up better than you never were.

give it up. it only dresses you in insipid nightgowns &you foolishly go out for a night on the town.

it;s far too bad that everyone knows; it;s written on yr face like chicken pox scars, indelible like the permanent marker you always wished you knew how to use.

i like to stab in the front.

go sing songs with silly boys you;ve never met; go find boys in parks and streets, brushing past you &seeing through you.

you wear yr childishness like punkrock patches and think yrself the better for it. bruises won;t show when you;ve never been hit and cuts don;t matter if you only make them for attention.

jagged letters ;cause i;m not as jaded as you;d like to be.

get over yrself.

(don;t you dare take this for the lies that he fed you. you know that i;ve been able to see through you from the start. frosted glass halos never suited you &you;re clear as crystal wine and buttered popcorn dinner. you;ve never made anyone sick but yrself.)