she
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she

she wore a faKe smile .
worK / d for a while .
until her friends left .
lived in denial .
she slid miles .
drove guys wild .
didn ‘ t call them bacK .
that wasn ‘ t her style .
clothes in piles .
none of them are hers .
he toss / d on his shirt ,
it didn ‘ t occur .
she ‘ s all types of words
that are not positive .
she ‘ s a walKing consequence ,
none to give .
doesn ‘ t want to live , but
lives w / her mama .
role model ?
liquor bottle n facebooK drama .
… she listens to nirvana .
almost twenty – five .
only two years longer .
smoKes two pacKs a day .
lungs are getting stronger .
more coffee means more time to ponder .
draws the curtains from the sun n thunder .
she ‘ s heard the neighbours have began to wonder .
” when ‘ s the fun start ?
n what ‘ s my part ? ”
you can ‘ t hurt what
doesn ‘ t have a heart .
she ‘ ll climb you n
ride you liKe the charts .
won ‘ t taKe off her shirt .
self – conscious of the scars .
lost in the stars .
idolizing an obsession .
when she can ‘ t have her way ?
maKe way for aggression .
… mood swings .
depression .
interrogation ?
she doesn ‘ t taKe questions ,
but a little drinK stirls loose
a confession of how deep her love
is , but she ‘ s been messing .
his patience are stretch / d .
no more phone calls , so if
you want attention , lean on
a wall .

you had the ball n
you drop / d it .
after that it was
you who chose to
stomp it flat .
now it ain ‘ t
coming bacK n
you don ‘ t care
enough to chase it
down the tracKs .

she ‘ s so dramatic .
i can ‘ t stand it .
ends every paragraph
asKing ” can i have it ? ”
she ‘ s a late – night
bed – drifting bandit .
bandages over scars .
faKe grin , she can stand it .
she isn ‘ t average , at
least not in her mind .
successful at scandals b / c
her love is blind .
commitment means time .
fill / d w / anxiety .
she traces outlines in a
faceless society .
she hates sobriety , it
feels cold n bitter .
can ‘ t afford heat , so
she sleeps through
the winter .
her candles dimmer
as payday approaches .
she ‘ s getting thinner ,
change goes to those roaches .
doctor phil n oprah are life coaches .
that little blue pill is her only
tranquil moment .
her anKles swollen .
she ‘ s tired of walKing .
tired of his smiles n
indulging him w / talKing .
she can ‘ t stop coughing n
her lips are puff / d n swollen .
parent ‘ s shrug it off liKe ,
” what ‘ s to be Known ? ”
her ambition is slowing .
her attitude ‘ s indifferent .
critical of details when
she analyzes pictures .
wants to be a mrs . to her
mr . , but she had him in
her room n treat / d him
as a visitor .

you had the ball n
you drop / d it .
after that it was
you who chose to
stomp it flat .
now it ain ‘ t
coming bacK n
you don ‘ t care
enough to chase it
down the tracKs .

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