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The Way I Am

This is just the way it is.
Nestled in our nihilism,
watching Geno documentaries with dropped jaws and wide eyes.
I smoke cigarettes as you slink your hands around my waist,
not a care in the world,
not even for you,
nor for the blue aura that beats in the air,
pulsing and pushing as your eyes light up.
This is just the way it is.
You cower from what crawls across the screen,
but your doom was always fast asleep in your lap.
This is just the way I am.

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Fix Me, Love Me

You’re on the doorstep, in the moonlight,
coaxing me me from my candy land of contorted chapters,
where I awake, unable to question, and unable to experience,
just sitting in place,
bastardised beauty queen,
doing everything I can just to get through it.

I ride alone as the night falls,
and you follow along,
flying on the wind with such will that it frightens me.
Fix me if you feel like it,
or love me as life left me.

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Icy Waters

Waist deep in my woes,
sharing them with you,
my sweet one,
seated in my shadow with a sly smile,
so deep in the drama that you drown in me.

Staring up from my icy waters,
your eyes are glazed and tormented,
dark and gloomy as the day begins again.
My demons aren’t here to help me,
and all you do is stare up from underneath your icy prison,
and all I do is watch you, watching me, waist deep in my woes.

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Want, Need, Love

Devoured in the darkness,
I am left with nothing but the memory of distracting destruction.
You never stay,
but that’s for the best,
because I’ve so much to be getting on with,
and you’re so much to deal with.
I’m slipping through hands that are never around to hold me,
but scratch their name into my skin all the same.
I won’t go to waste here.

You want to taste everyone, everywhere,
but you cannot resist returning to me.
Jealous rages in the magenta eyes of the moon,
your temper takes over and you howl like a wounded wolf when you spy the scent of someone else.
I could stay and say that you’re a hypocrite and a fiendish brute,
but I just close my eyes,
vanishing from your view,
to the place that I go when you go gallivanting.

You want me,
you need me,
you love me,
but these are just your fantasies.
You want to want me.
You need to need me.
You love to love me,
but you know,
deep down in what’s left of your soul,
that I am just a teddy bear to cling to,
clutched tight in your shaking hands as your nightmares knock at the door.