Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
F--k you, backwards girl!
My face,
Peeled of its false smile,
Like lashes off an eyelid.
I throw them aside and seethe,
A white toothed grin of smoke and mirrors.
Grasping straws,
Choosing realities as pain
Marks my skull for death.
I dreamt of love, of lust confused
With concern and dared
A friendship of meaning.
I am not satisfied, just backwards
And looking to the front for answers.
There are none.
Future behind me,
I live in memories of what once was.
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Peeled of its false smile,
Like lashes off an eyelid.
I throw them aside and seethe,
A white toothed grin of smoke and mirrors.
Grasping straws,
Choosing realities as pain
Marks my skull for death.
I dreamt of love, of lust confused
With concern and dared
A friendship of meaning.
I am not satisfied, just backwards
And looking to the front for answers.
There are none.
Future behind me,
I live in memories of what once was.
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F--k you, backwards girl!
F--k you, backwards girl!
