point your toes and maintain a perfect posture.
take two steps to the left, take two steps to the right.
you’re back to where you started.
so baby, shake your hair out of that neat pony tail,
but keep the tutu, you’re still a little girl.
replace the pearls with cheap, broken diamonds.
throw out the sunday dresses, you won’t need them anymore.
but this is just the beginning;
the fucking prologue.
now we’re on to act one, scene one.
here we go; let’s ruin you just a little more.
smear on your trash flavored lip gloss,
paint your nails the color of sins.
put on a pair of stiletto heels and hitch up your skirt,
let’s see how the boys like you now.
jump up and down as you scream profanities,
make an ugly scene.
because pretty is out, honey, pretty is out.
act one, scene two;
this is the part where you open your eyes,
the part you might never get to.
you wake up to the sound of the alarm clock,
the emergency bells ringing in your head.
but you’re dead, you don’t exist.
all that exists is the whore that replaced you,
the day you decided to grow up.
it’s too late, it’s all too late,
it’s already the end.
i want to drive with my eyes closed and my windows open,
with my hair in the wind and my thoughts somewhere else,
somewhere far far away, where they’ll never come and find me again.
they don’t live under my bed,
or in my closet.
i didn’t just imagine
the shouting in the living room,
anger climbing up the stairs.
the tension
crawling through, under my door.
i close my eyes
but i still see them.
tattooed on the inside of my eyelids;
screaming in my ear.
they won’t let me sleep.
i try not to listen;
cover my ears and crawl under the sheets;
but i can’t fool myself.
these monsters,
they’re real.
we point out each other’s flaws and imperfections and tear it apart, into little bite-sized pieces.
we steal each other’s hearts and take it to the moon then drop it to see it shatter on the pavement, miles below.
we feed off each other’s pain and we laugh at the taste.
blood stains our streets, but do you even notice?
i could jump off the highest building,
forget all of my fears;
everything i’ve been taught before
because nothing,
nothing would mean a thing anymore.
i would scream your name out to a roaring ocean,
walk on wind and kiss the stars,
tell them just how much i love you.
laugh at nothing;
trip over clouds.
sit on the moon and count the streetlights below.
i could leave my shoes on mount everest;
stop thinking, for once.
let the rush of the world pass me by.
i would fall asleep on sunshine
close my eyes and let myself go
because with these wings, baby,
i could be invincible.
if i could fly.
