"don't be a hard rock when you really are a gem, baby girl."

catastrophes
and wannabes
my twisted hands
and broken knees
like leaves
and trees
like october breeze
my heart's
your heart
but really mine
but always yours
and cracking floors
and busted lips
like trips
and whips
my lungs collapse
and i relapse
these arms are traps
like bottle caps
and treasure chests
where my head rests
i know i'm a pest
you don't have to say the rest
i built a nest
went on a quest
i failed
i nailed
my foot to the concrete
with big defeat
i'm left on the street
left for dead
and full of deceit
my hair's a mess
my heart feels less
my fingers creak
against the weak
and the city reeks
of unwanted freaks
my bruised body
and beaten soul
with sticks and stones
you cannot hurt
but words distort
my remaining sanity
like flesh eating vanity
and rotten teeth cavity
water cascades
down like shades
of branches hit by wind
i wish my name were lauren hynde



"i know if destiny's kind, i've got the rest of my mind."