Stained glass women,
play chords with God,
And the man who is calling for him,
has a toaster in the tub,
old friend’s will forget my name,
it’s only been 6 months.
That’s not that long,
And I’m second guessing myself a lot.
Well, my friend with topaz for eyes,
She’s modeling a crystallized halo,
She’ll shatter and smoke,
Another friend who knows how to wear the sun as a barrette,
She burns up amphetamines,
and they met each other in a bottomless pit.
Their brain cells’ are
being squeezed out of their head,
The very last thought,
cut like a knife.
I worried by next year,
If I visit
They wouldn’t make it alive.
Tired of realizing nobody in life,
has got it figured out.
Paranoia has be-friended me,
my ex didn’t even like me,
I try to stop my heart often, slow my pulse down.
I wear a halo too,
Made of glass.
It kisses my wrist,
The most love I had ever shown myself.
A teenage mess,
A decayed confession,
They were all friends of mine,
This summer I reconnected
with an old poetic friend, but he lost his words and told me I’d lost my head.
Tired of fabrication,
cut them out of my own veins,
So many miles away,
I failed to see when he said,
“I’d swim the ocean to see you.”
I didn’t think
he’d hold me down,
but he apologized
Said, “I wish you knew how to float, not only drown.”
How ironic it was,
I’m the girl with the
ocean in her eyes.
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