Writing

You're Impossible

Too perfect, my whispered
love to hate you feelings
scribbled in broken pencils
that survived because
wood floats
and I lost so many people
not any one I know, just unfortunate
lost pretty ones.
Like I'm the token red-head
and you're just beautiful.

I'm trapped with you just
hopelessly trying to understand
my irritation you're
impossible.

Dads'll be mad,
better buy a bigger house
don't want those pointed toes to overflow into
unfashionable streets
and she knows (she knows)
and I'm leaving, because I hate you.
We're just a lot of girls
all the same
don't worry about it.

I'm trapped with you just
hopelessly trying to understand
my irritation you're
impossible.

This is where I first saw you, and
helped didn't I?
Sorted out the ickles like dancing
bug fearing banchees.
I'm made to be an army general, while you
sugar coat the world
pose for the cameras girl, brush that hair.
(you waited so long, and she was twisting your mind)
stupid.

I'm trapped with you just
hopelessly trying to understand
my irritation you're
impossible.

And I know they all think you're silly
with your dress-up games that make your hands
so hard to copy
tan matting out the fire light,
warrior girl dances for the midnight
my hair is ready to party I said
and died when I saw you
slink into the shadows
don't look, it'll only encourage her.

I'm trapped with you just
hopelessly trying to understand
my irritation you're
impossible.

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