does my new red hair look good with my tears?
does the shirt, open shoulder, look good when i shiver
the nail polish. does it look good on clenched fists?
the lipstick. good, with my lip trembling
and caught between my teeth?
my legs, rubbing against each other
keeping out the creeping cold.
hold.
should you happen to brush by my shoulder, or look me in the eye
i would be warmed to no end
to pass by, and to smell what lingered
the gentle tug on tooth on lip would subside
soft curved palms would be made out of weapons
tears dried by a soft smile, gently touching on my eyes

i'm not like the other cats
who sit mewling at your window
I'm not a heroine
oh no, far from it
but damn
I could weild a lightsaber

did you see the moon, leaving that place
when the lights are going out
did you look back, peter
to see mary jane standing on the sidewalk, watching you go

behind her, off to the side
watching from the corner of her eye
is me.

give me a chance, right
give me a chance
can you fall in love?
can you fall in love with me?
could you, if i gave you all the right reasons
you know
if i was described to you
you'd want me, i swear
why don't you?
why are we just friends?

aphrodite hates me
i am her favorite puppet
and she dangles me, plays me
ugly girl puppeted by the goddess of beauty
from romance to romance
like a dance, right
like the jitterbug the soon-to-be-virginian taught me
mister compilation

you're the one good headline on a bad news day
you're a bad movie late in the series
you're vadar
the one who cuts off luke's hand, right
you're leia who leads him astray
kisses him
and oh, luke's torn

i know you're my sister, sir
you're a good friend
best guy friend?
yeah.

please
please, get a girlfriend
this is unhealthy?

when have i ever been healthy?