The Meaning of a Badass

Cigarette hanging daintily from her fingers-
eyes rolling at the very thought of you-
sucking poison to die quicker,
but you'd never know her intentions.
Hell in high heels, as they say.
Good luck trying to catch her.

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The Grey

Why must people always have to be either good or bad? What if I was a good girl with bad tendencies or a bad girl who did good things? Must things always be placed in little boxes? What about those who do not fit into any box? What happens to them?

Turmoil of Lack of You

Do you remember that day the sun didn't shine, the birds didn't sing, And poison rained from the sky? That was the day you wouldn't talk to me.

And I'd Burn It Down Again

You built a house out of the bad thoughts rushing through your head and I tried to burn it down but you got caught in the flames. If it’s any consolation, I like the way you look with the tips of your hair singed off. I’m sorry your mother won’t.

Rewriting The Stars

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