RottenTeacup

Remember when we lay together  and I told you not even a blood-red moon could drag me away from your eyes,  when I said you were my cotten candy kiss my bubble gum smile, and so much more? I lied.

eulogies of the long forgotten    linger in graveyard eyes like dust waiting to be inhaled         by half remembered pretenses these skeletons in the closet can't     keep their old bones silent                 forever honesty is no longer a virtue   in a world of gluttony && "does this make my ass look fat?" staring at a falling sky   bitterness rains like lemon drops       upon an envious tongue all the sugar in the world couldn't sweeten this truth...

Mirror, mirror, down the rabbit hole--;   Reality is just another way of saying incarceration                           Sublime intoxication... Feel this heartbeat ((quicker))    [you can't get slower than 'dead']   I'm dying ((like it's a new fashion));      marinading in Channel No 9-1-1  mercy is a cliche amongst the {despicable.disgraceful} Elegant {diseased.disgusting}                                    [Trash] [don't kid yourself] you're no fucking Cinderella, and these ++prescription pills++ won't make you pretty You're an infection, ♥contamination♥ ((a sweet {toxic} kiss))... {{a distortion of some

Dear Diary              {I'm just full of cliches tonight} Today was great     ((I learnt that happiness is a dream          && love is a joke))     [but lust is forever] Suzie and Mark got together     ((but we all know it's just          the quickest way to a fuck))       [for both of them] I got another A.     ((Mum will be so happy...          So long as she doesn't find out               what I did to get it))          [some tastes even vodka doesn't burn away] I had art today     ((glorified paint by numbers))          [and I can't even stay in the lines] && Brian said he loved me     ((I never knew he

   Insert ending B          into slot A and watch horror    scream as it's  smeared across the sidewalk           with a cheshire grin  framing it's bloody mouth.  Where jailbait     walk in hooker-heels hoping to be the next    "Pretty Woman".    Gore and b-Grade love songs behind their eyes,   they curse the faded stars with a bullet to the temple;; This la-la ending is one big cliche waiting to happen... and all she'll ever see when she looks at you     is another backally abortionist with a coathanger && a surgical steel smile (("Trust me, I'm a doctor")) Now she's mixing black market     valium && nit

oh [insert name here]     I love you     I need you     I want you     I breathe you don't you know you're my a.l.w.a.y.s.¿?¿ you're my    ♥cupcake♥      dollface      sweety pie   TMbaby girlTM     ((entertainment for today)) {News Flash baby;;    you're just yesterdays whore ("Lady" was never a word to describe you)} [the neon euphoria that floods     our black&&white bed is the only reason you were ever               vaguely important] right now you're my everything... but darling,                 right now is all we are...

she's been lying  on the bathroom floor for hours  with fragmented fairy-tales like glass shards at her fin.ger.tips. highway tango's  just don't give her the     same poisonous rush that seeing her lipstick     on his tongue did... she's got one hand on her throat,  and bruises aren't the only thing she's remembering; acidic words dance in-front of her blind eyes... ((she's always done "obsession" a little too well))       and now she's addicted   to the over-rehearsed lie he spouts as she fakes it again

down on knees already bleeding    you tasted like home-made candy ((but baby, willy wonka does it better)) even with "morbid" stamped on your lips  Edgar Allen Poe can't save you now...  this is a whole new way to pray; so open that pretty mouth wide    and make like a friday night.

  like a thousand Sundays          ((a brief reprieve  before reality comes into play)) like star-crossed lusters...           you stared at me with those        {transparent, horrified, heart-filled}               moonlight eyes   as we played dress-ups (&& fuck-ups) and both pretended it all meant something         [more than a means to an end] we'll walk hand-in-hand    down these deserted streets (so long as we end up between the sheets) there's a taste in your mouth    like bitter candy  coaxing vomit to burn a path up my throat    [I'd pull away...          but this is  as good as it gets]   in this

Crumpled bed sheets && thrown pillows--;     bloody knees && dead eyes... no one ever said love was easy,         ((but this train wreck is "forever")) So turn your eyes to the stars   and pretend they're burning for you...        I could lie ['til the universe collapsed]  or until you said 'I love you'                         {I hate you                          I need you                          I loathe you                          I breathe you} I wish I could fake it like you do 'Serendipity' isn't a word that works well around you...

                                                    STARDUST He said it was stardust, tipping dirt into her hands. It shimmered, chalky white as it drifted to the floorboards. Later, she would know it was only dust; later, she would know he was trying to keep her distracted with fairytales and magic. Later, she trailed fingers through the shed powder until it clung in wet heaps to the water falling down. It ran into the gutters, staining the rainwater bubbling along towards the drains chalky white, billowing under the surface like captured clouds, smearing along the pavement as it trickled over the broken concrete. She watched it from w