you theorize
over breakfast with Jane Doe
and you realize
you've hit an
4 a.m. and nothing new
you wear your shiny Sunday shoes
dirty
cupcake babe
she is giving you heartbreak aches
but I really don’t
her smile doesn’t always win
they say she’s crazy
her mind reads
watching the pattern of cracks on the wall forever
knowing them
I called to see if you are back
but I feel
I hear your shoes sigh on the floor
you’re drunk on
in my room
I'm the only guest
and in your dry-cleaned thoughts
I never thought that you might leave
you never bought that
sticky summer and forever tired
I’m getting number every time I’m
dorky guys fly kites
summer turns to high
ahahah
ahahah
boarding school in June
I always wanted to find out
about the many ifs and
I thought you always hated
those lipgloss girls Jules and Jim
it's
tuesday headache
you make my day break into cornflakes
English shortbread
and cr
» More on Sugarplum Fairies