Dying a Copy

About a friend of mine... I'm don't gonna disclose much more

Burning midnight hair and cerulean eyes

Soft face and curves that don’t always fit in your

      Skinny jeans

Twirling fingers absentmindedly around the hearts

Of other women’s men

Hijacking them like items on your shoplifting list

You’re a masochistic man eater

 

You sold your originality to the highest bidder

 

You wish you were original

Little girl you’re just a

90’s baby

With empty bullet holes for eyes

 

Reckless

Like tattoo’s

Booze

And blood

 

Lips pressed onto shadows

And demons lurking under your bed covers

A nightmare in neon sunglasses

Your body begs adventures

 

All in all your existence is screaming

 

You smell like drugs

Grunge music

And cheap perfume

 

Just remember sweet heart

Hates Not the Only Thing That Makes You Toxic

Author's Note

everything here is intentional

Reviews

[Daydreamer54]

Wow is all I can say. i can feel the disdain here and I love the figurative language I love the line about sold your originality to the highest bidder. Great write!

[kera moondust]

thank you so much =)