Writing

Prime Time

prime time and the world is feeling
sunswept again
as though the time has dissapeared
half writing in my brown felt pens
early morning light adding the electricity
do dance as though I can't
get my hand writing down any more.

feminin tact is swirling over us
I missed you 6 hours later but it's never
that simple
reflecting the sun and singing
because I can't do anything any more
not even follow you with a smile.

I am okay
but saying no i'm not and attention
in bright blue starlight
puts me off my food
write me call me I don't want your
sympathy
it's not as though you noticed I existed until I was
gone.

It's drink driving again isn't it
and I never thought peer pressure existed until
last night
even though it was almost backwards.
and everytime something bad happens now
I dissolve myself into teen chat rooms
and pretend I can sit on my hair.

moisture in the air really
makes me angry I can't hear you
sing without a heartbeat making me hate the
world.

slipping into purple stripes dreaming last night
I woke up so hungry
but it's never been that easy to laugh
and do something non-conformist
never been a makeup girl
and I'm even wearing men's clothes now.

I've never been in love and now it's
all teenage years and I know
she's not dancing any more
her ribbons fell and I saw her blood on someone else's
hands.

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