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Thursday, July 02, 2009
(From The Journal)
Little Miss Bipolar, walking down the road.
You're the one I need,
Not because I love you, but because I'm bored.
I'm a beast.
I'm the queen.
On me you think you feast.
But you should know better.
Little Miss Bipolar, sitting on the grass.
Tearing you with her eyes,
Till all that remains is your carcass.
I'm the lioness.
I'm the lamb.
I'm a mess.
But you should know better.
Little Miss Bipolar, naked to the bone.
Fuck me all you want
Cause after that you're on your own, alone.
I'm the dream.
I'm the nightmare.
-dark as a sunbeam
But you should know better!
She
she waits.
she waits for you to talk to her.
she waits for you to return her calls.
she waits for you to reply to her messages.
but you never do.
how much would a little appreciation hurt you?
she waits.
she waits at the dinner table.
she waits for you to take her out dancing.
she waits for you to open up to her.
each and every single day.
but beware my friend, one day she'll go away...
she's the love you can never replace.
she's the one whose face
you have contorted into a mess.
she's the angel without wings.
playing on her broken strings
the sweet song of happiness.
she used to wait for you.
she used to wait for you to run to her.
she used to wait for you to embrace her.
but you never did.
and now you're too late
to change your fate
of battling it out alone...
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