Can you count the times, she runs her tongue over her teeth
Bent hips. Cracked lips. She's a regular Audrey Hepburn. So she says, anyway.
She'd kiss you, if you'd let her.
She can't exist anymore'. Ignore her.
Today, it's just the way the medication makes her.
If she dares tell you she's bipolar
Just laugh politely. Agree.
She'll kick you straight in the stomach.
Searching for her youth. She'll tell you anything but the truth.
Your heart is a joke to her.
It's only an organ' she'll whisper.
But for some reason I cant take my eyes off her
Something about insane girls makes my blood run warmer.
I hate when girls make a point of telling you they're ''insane''.
ReplyDeleteI immediately begin to find them ugly... to the point that I just loathe them... it's just the in-sincerity, I can't bare it.
Now girls that are insane but aren't aware of it...
I very much enjoy them.
Great poem, I really loved reading this.
Nice write. I also find myself attracted to the crazy, bipolar girls. I'm drawn to them like a moth to flame...I know it's only going to hurt, but I can't stop myself. Nice write, and so true.
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