Virgin Moon Phases

I Told You So

God, the hourglass! Running with white lies and intention, to burn not my ring finger, but my thigh;
The ones like you always show up at the right time, and I have lived years too many of a life to think maybe, I am stretched thin like gossamer.
You'll meet me and see there is such thing as selfless homicide, because you never saw a spark in my eyes, do the job of releasing the paperweight.
I am not here; I spent centuries within intermission, sipping on floral note cocktails, blushing and brushing with boys and girls growing above me; I did not take an inch, I learned from their mistakes.
Why don't you just strike out against me? Send me reeling, I think it's what you have to do before you pull me back in, hook in eye, bleeding all over the place. And I'll look at you the same way I always do; exhaustion at the thought of being right again, leaving out royalties for the rich at heart to bite my wrists, I told you so.