he wanted to take them
and i thought
ridiculous.
bitch.
it hurts
the needle
the tools
the sawing sounds
like a murder set loose
on my mouth.
four!
all four.
that's four shots,
four times unbearable,
four wisdom teeth.
(wisdom)
actually,
i lied.
but it doesn't really matter
who i slept with that night
because you weren't there.
you know i need warmth
when the comforter's cold,
when the heater's broken
because you didn't pay the bill
for the last three months.
you can't lecture me,
because you promised
no loneliness,
no cold nights,
and no overdue wants.
truth is,
our bed was empty last night.
and it's all yours from now on.
(actually)
devil
what the hell do you know?
why do you want me there
anyway, when you can have
anyone you want,
anytime you'd like?
you should know
that some people
like your climate down there
more than i do.
i'm not really into all that...
bondage.
torture.
pain and screams and punishment.
eternity.
in the end,
i'm just not really sure
if i have a soul to give.
(devil)
dye your hair
and dye your skin
and dye your lips
and then your cheeks.
dye your eyes
dye your nails
dye your shirts
with wild wild shades.
you didn't want to be white.
you didn't want to be black.
you didn't want to be a boring tone.
so congratulations,
you happily dye with surface perfection.
(dye)
i look forward to that day
when it rains
and it's gray and
everyone is standing
around me
while i lie there
on a soft, moist bed.
it will flood,
and it will cry
with dark streaks
like mascara tears,
down into my bed,
into my clothes.
and i will provide
to all the little creatures,
give myself
completely,
unselfishly,
unconsciously.
i will disappear.
i look forward to that day
when my bones
are all that remain.
(bone)
a detail
you couldn't have seen
when i dropped my keys
and lost my wallet.
a photograph
flew out
against the wind that pushed,
and continued to float
and flip
and turn
in the air.
i found my keys
and my wallet
four hours later.
but your face,
a minor detail,
you couldn't have seen.
(minor)
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