The end.

.


{it doesn't matter anyway.}



i'm just a barbie clone;;why would you want me?
i wear ripped skirts and neon striped leggings
and have smiley faced stickers pasted all over my lies

just.to.prove.i.succeeded.


I had to lean on the cold Brick wall


just to keep myself from falling into a hell
i can't talk myself out of.


My shadow was just so WOBBLY;
you were able to stick pins in the voodoo doll,babe

Lacking the slight originality of a venom coated needle
entwined on the candy canes faded on my tongue



Dripping half-spoken moments
un admitted,too fast to capture within the soul

&& i just don't know what to do anymore.

I'm sick of following yellow brick roads to maintain your acknowledgement

brush away the clouds,chalk dust,and guardian angels

[oh.to.hear.your.inner.voice.]


To make it more vague

than Peter Pan

drinking wendy's blood
and rejecting the tinkerbell of middle school sluts




But baby,....

When you see it,



i know you'll want to screw her [over]

And that's just the end

Caught within a net of civilzation
stereotyped as apparently a break-up

even if it never happened in the first place.