I put on some make-up,
I'll wear some nice clothes,
I put on some shoes,
I'll even take a dose.
As I light the cigarette,
I walk through the door,
People start staring,
and I stare at the floor.
I ignore the eyes,
I ignore the taste,
from the horrible cigarette,
But I shall not haste.
I've seen you the other day,
staring and flirting with the Hex Girls.
They smoked their cigarettes,
they had expensive make-up,
and clothes.
They had skirts up half their thigh,
They wore heels that were as thin as led,
They wore shirts that were tight, but showy,
And the look in your eye, was something that I could not mend.
You called me to meet you somewhere,
I take a deep breath, before I enter your circle.
I tap your shoulder, and you spin around.
You look at me,
scared.
Afraid.
You ask me,
"What happened to you?"
"Well, I just wanted to be noticed,
Can't you see?"
"Well it's certianly different, but it's not you"
My eyes are watering,
I'm shedding my tears,
My make-up is running,
Suddenly, I'm in fear.
"I'm not saying you don't look beautiful,"
As you continued,
All the seeds of doubt has sprout,
and grew into an ugly orchid.
"Yeah, I'm sure" I whisper,
I was in my corner,
watering the orchid,
Feeling colder.
"Well, actually," You continued,
"I liked the way you were,"
I look up at him,
"Are you telling me, I did this for-"
"Nothing."
I felt sudden pain,
rushing into my heart.
It wasn't relief,
but shot from a poisonus dart.
It was this stabbing sensation,
in my neck,
With thin, black heels,
I felt like a wreck.
The last things I heard,
were you screaming.
You were,
Crying.
For Me.
You punched a girl,
about my age,
with skirts up high,
fuming with rage.
I couldn't feel anything at all,
I was numb, you could say,
But my love for you,
Will never fade away.
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