Peter, I'm not your Wendy

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You never did understand that the lies you kept were

Falling off at the ends of your smile

Like the frayed ends of the loose hearts we carved together on top of

crying mermaids married to the ships

we doused in kerosene so beautiful and transparent,

it set the sea a new color of dark rainbows that we just couldn't catch

You never did understand,

That the light hiding in your pocket would scream at me all night

like a bird of the moon strung out on daylight so intense it broke the glass eyes of the psychic next door

and clipped the wings of my soul

And God only knows that you never cared to fix it ;

Not with your dirty shoelaces that dripped with the poison of sad rats

that turned into night flowers so beautiful

I just ignored the pain of being ripped open and took the light from your pocket to lick

before it disappeared back into your eyes with a smirk

You never did understand,

That you can't hide all your secrets from me;

like the way the copper in your hair was only tiny pennies you stole for thoughts

when you dreamed I wasn't looking.

Or how your smile is so dark when you pretend you aren't angry with the world for not giving a damn,

and that the saliva stains stuck on the specks of candlelight in your eyes

doesn't bother you when it runs down your cheeks

like the tears we stole from the children hiding in the alley ways,

stirring up trouble with markers and magic you spew from your dirty mouth and flick around with your tongue

like the half snake half alligator you say isn't real.

You never did understand,

That sometimes I wish the forever you sold me didn't

tie our wrists together in a way that God didn't intend.

I wish that sly smile of yours didn't wake me with a whisper of chocolate veils of mourning

for all the sadistic little mermaids we destroyed

when the Captains took a lunch break with Hell and all the pretty girls who stay there.

I wish that the piercings in your lips didn't sing my name when you toss and turned every day

when the covers get too tight and the night flowers turned back

into the rats that melt like the sweat we keep

in painted jars with mini sunsets sitting in them like fairies

waiting for their light switch to give out.

Sometimes I wish you had never found me and that

I didn't sit around waiting for you to come again

when the dreams just aren't enough and I can't wait for you to work your magic

and keep me forever

where the pretty little flowers are really rats and

lip rings talk more than we ever did.

You never did understand,

That forever was the word you cant just had out to every girl who asks

And love was only a sarcastic word that was a tattoo on our wrists

That kept the night streets full of children waiting on us to turn them into pumpkins

Bound together like God's of heartache

waiting for the sun to shake off my saliva and climb out of your imaginary pocket.

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 17, 2010 ⏰

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