I hope when you think of me, you picture a Stunning ballerina twirling around fever dreams & made up things Extrapolating conversations we have had To much bigger situations I live inside my head Constantly create & sometimes hope follows delusion Into the most magnificent cave, I do agree, this is the perfect recipe for heartbreak While I am only getting stronger, There’s only so much more that I can take
So I keep bouncing off the walls The audience soaks it in They love it all Never a compliment in the paper That’s where you come in And to no one’s surprise at all That’s the trap I fell in
Poem: Flammable girl in a perfect world [continued]
I fell in on purpose Oh my goodness, I loved it You made me so nervous Holding my breath, I hated it
I wanted to show you my life Share everything with you I wanted to show you my life Everything I said was true
But not from you And to no one’s surprise at all That was the trap I fell in I wanted to seek comfort In something that was melting The entire mansion was on fire I happily stayed inside These are my own choices This is exactly why I’ve cried
Poem: Flammable girl in a perfect world [continued]
I wanted to show you my life The entire mansion was on fire Nothing’s more beautiful than a girl in flames I think it’s time I stop believing this is fun and games
Listening to you say my name Listening to you say my name Listening to you say my name Everything is more beautiful when it’s up in flames I was so happy to stay Everything is more beautiful when it’s up in flames But when the fun is over, All you’re staring at is just decay
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My day in the blistering sunshine I wish your hand was latched onto mine Except when you held it too tight, it hurt, and I said nothing because I was engulfed in the ivory, acrylic paint of the walls I wish you could soothe me like you do your male friends
I got, rather presumptive I thought we could make it work because it felt so worth it Like the tides would change & our circumstances wouldn’t get the best of us When I fell into old subservient patterns, That I thought I wouldn’t I said, screw it We could work through it But the tables that turned against me had thorns My blood wasn’t well & I was increasingly worn Down by the extent of which, I wanted it to work A violent but quiet discomposure
Love poem: If you could, just, sing to me (continued)
Down by the bayside I’ll never forget when an acoustic version of a song I loved in middle school (still do) came on You threw your head back and sang so softly I found it mildly alarming how awfully charming And crisply ambient the evening felt right then and there My eyes started to tear, and I wiped them real fast I thought if it could be like this, we’d be golden Nothing to take & everything to give That is the drawback to my diplomacy It doesn’t quite work out for me
Now I’m basking in the feverish sunshine Hearing the lyrics in my mind How true they conform to the set of conditions that unveiled my gentle but muted position I wanted all of it to feel just like that Right then and there, I was far too aware That you are a beautiful human being only when you get what you want
Love poem: If you could, just, sing to me (continued)
But I can’t always play the right song And moments in passing affect my brain far too strong I latch on
If we could have just stayed at that stop light forever We would’ve made it work If you could have sang lullabies to lull me to sleep We still couldn’t have made it work