To Collocate The Stars

five

Saccharine

Purple hair dye, the scent of bleach;

stings your eyes, burns your nose.

Dilute those happy chemicals in your brain.

Acrylic nails, polish fumes;

stings your eyes, burns your nose.

Claws those happy memories out of your brain.

Winged liner, angry shouts;

the tears sting your eyes, burn your nose.

Delete those happy thoughts from your brain.

New shoes, faux leather;

anger stings your eyes, burns your nose.

Forget those happy plans you made for your brain.

Red lipstick, fuzzy smudges;

the color stings your eyes, burns your nose.

Ruin those happy fantasies inside your brain.

Diamond earrings, blind you softly;

the sheen stings your eyes, burns your nose.

Wreck those happy dreams inside your brain.

More perfume, sickly sweet;

it stings your eyes, burns your nose.

Kill those happy cells that live in your brain.

Lacey lingerie chokes you out;

lack of oxygen stings your eyes, burns your nose.

Clouds those happy times in your brain.

Her dress slides right off, you remember what you've done;

the thought of it stings your eyes, burns your nose.

Recall those miserable mistakes you've just made, inside your brain.

When you kiss her, you can taste the bullshit that bleeds and oozes of her her lips.

All the lies the roll from her tongue to your ears.

All the lies she whispers into your ears, including, but not limited to:

"i love you".

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because im a bad updater and should be shunned as a writer, you are: a fresh new chapter. I've been having kind of a rough time and ideas weren't coming as easily as they used to, so it took a while.  A different approach to it than the last few, but that's okay :) 

-M.W.