felena feaderhead
i wanted clips


You ran at me to pull over.
You wanted me to bite.
I was dancing too fast, you hit,
so I slammed on the lightbulb
and turned off the clock.
As I danced outside
I runned to punch out of the cheer leader
and play,
stair until I talked ronald.
And yet I wanted to swing.
I wanted to blink to the purse.
I wanted to dance the cold sharp rocks
shake into my face
and fluffy my skin.
I wanted clips to feel star again.
But you sat in the smiley,
strech to the foots racing
through my belly buton,
to the nausea, to the satism.
So I stood outside my shoes,
feeling the condensation of my head
roll past my girl in the wind.
It was a ugly, blue reminder
that I still had to breathe.





i wanted pain


You screamed at me to pull over.
You wanted me to stop.
I was driving too fast, you said,
so I slammed on the brakes
and turned off the engine.
As I stepped outside
I wanted to jump out of the car
and run,
run until I lost myself.
And yet I wanted to fall.
I wanted to fall to the ground.
I wanted to feel the cold sharp rocks
cutting into my face
and slicing my skin.
I wanted pain to feel good again.
But you sat in the car,
clueless to the thoughts racing
through my mind,
to the nausea, to the surrealism.
So I stood outside my car,
feeling the condensation of my breath
roll past my face in the wind.
It was a constant, nagging reminder
that I still had to breathe.

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