nicotine stains and lipstick.d linguistics

you.re [n/o/t/h/i/n/g] but a fading 'something'
on the face of a
for:gotten tomorrow


-
she sits [so beautiful] in all of her seemingly nonchalant-ity
.hours can pass into minutes as :eyes water

-with lipid tears and broken butterfly wings
maybe in time life can seem [less] mean-ing/less
with the- lies she tells herself.._it.s all- alright

she hopes she can ne.gle[ct] logic long enough


bruised egos and candy-coated redemption
with fractions of psuedo-life pasted to a ring of recollection
watching line
upon line of jagged/ alter-perception
vindictive in its nature
her eyes tell her secrets


you.re [n/o/t/h/i/n/g] but everything
and I h.a.te.. you

for that

-
her nicotine stains and lipstick.d linguistics
translate to cataclysmic simplicity

with her words. she can walk on water
as she asks/ seriously
who needs a plastic Jesus
not me ... no
not me
..-


her lies run down her arms
as she.s put on display- for the whole world to see

--_
on more cloudy day-
she says

nothing like the rest of your life
to put a damper on today



may.be she can ne.gle[ct] logic long enough
to ease her world of pain

may.be she can finally be-lie/ve her l.ie.s






//you.re [n/o/t/h/i/n/g] to any-one
except me