And one day I saw it
The absurdity of all the paper cup interactions
Like A Dixie of the South’s former cup
Like the friendly smile of the bartender
To the under-aged wannabe
A fake, like she on prom night
Heaving herself into womanhood
Without grasping the depth she’d just swum into
Eight feet deep
And all the while paddling towards the bottom
But kicking for the surface.
Newly broken inside and out.
The last moment she’d ever be whole fake gasped away
By the boy in plaid who’d had the audacity to buy her one.
She thinks about way back when. Cinderella. Snow White.
All the dwarves have whisked her desperately away
While the witch leaves the apple sitting at the counter where she once dwelt
Shiny and red.
But it glistens with the poison of the unknown.
She nibbles at the question mark, punctuated with cyanide.
She wears down; dotting and doting,
But can’t swallow her own blot on the page.
Misery marked by misogyny.
HE’s out there.
We’ve HAD it but we haven’t.
We’re lepers in colony.
Scarred and damaged
But cleansed and healed.
Like ripped pages of a manuscript,
I could browse and ignite you in a moment
But your dialogue set me aflame and I couldn’t bare you to smolder.
With these embers I light the way
To heartache and dismay
But I pray, and I hope to fucking God that
You’ve more to offer than reminiscence and shallow display
Because you’re all I’ve got
As of today
The absurdity of all the paper cup interactions
Like A Dixie of the South’s former cup
Like the friendly smile of the bartender
To the under-aged wannabe
A fake, like she on prom night
Heaving herself into womanhood
Without grasping the depth she’d just swum into
Eight feet deep
And all the while paddling towards the bottom
But kicking for the surface.
Newly broken inside and out.
The last moment she’d ever be whole fake gasped away
By the boy in plaid who’d had the audacity to buy her one.
She thinks about way back when. Cinderella. Snow White.
All the dwarves have whisked her desperately away
While the witch leaves the apple sitting at the counter where she once dwelt
Shiny and red.
But it glistens with the poison of the unknown.
She nibbles at the question mark, punctuated with cyanide.
She wears down; dotting and doting,
But can’t swallow her own blot on the page.
Misery marked by misogyny.
HE’s out there.
We’ve HAD it but we haven’t.
We’re lepers in colony.
Scarred and damaged
But cleansed and healed.
Like ripped pages of a manuscript,
I could browse and ignite you in a moment
But your dialogue set me aflame and I couldn’t bare you to smolder.
With these embers I light the way
To heartache and dismay
But I pray, and I hope to fucking God that
You’ve more to offer than reminiscence and shallow display
Because you’re all I’ve got
As of today