let's be pretty.
stand there and don't look silly.
silly in a bad way isn't funny anymore.
you look nice in your pink dress.
i could never be noticed like that unless-
unless, well there really aren't any exceptions.
i drank what you're looking for,
at the end of the bed on my sleeping mother's floor.
now you can stop wondering.
maybe i wonder too much
or maybe i hold onto little things with such
a tight grasp, that they suffocate and die.
when john cried as his love moved away
everything changed after that sorry day.
john fell stories to find the truth.
and the truth killed him.
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