Poem 9#: Fakeancies

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It's easy to tell people that you care when you don't
To say that you'll go all the way  for them when you really won't
Don't tell me you love me if you don't
Don't wanna be with me? Then you won't.

Cause I'll make sure of it.
I'm not gonna get up and smile under your face
And dance around; shaking my butt with grace
Just to tell you: "I wanna be your girlfriend."

I don't want to be the girlfriend of someone
I'm happy enough to be alone 'cause I've got God
And myself, and no, I won't be needing you soon if you stare at me
If my heart were really a rose, it would have been a rotten one,  so beware, my dear.

Your picture of me is a girl in all shades of summer
My hair is late autumn and my eyes are October green
My complexion is winter and my breasts are faded yellow roses of fall
Even if my voice is sharp and my heart is mean

You still see me as that girl in the picture
Too pretty for you to touch yet you're arrogant enough to ask for too much
Like showing you my body
Which I never will do because it belongs to the Lord and thus to me.

The only place I'll ever be beautiful is in your eyes
Because in the bathroom I stink, in the bedroom my eyes look like I drink
And my feet dance in the complete opposite direction of my hair
But I don't care, all mattering is that you do
In the wrong way, you still imagine that I'm too perfect for you.

It's covered in ashes and if you still think that's what beneath it
Would look like glittering snow mixed with caramel sauce
And with pink sprinkles as the nipples of my breasts
And be to the touch like the feel of a silk hair towel
Then that's your problem.

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