Chaos Child
By johnqpublic
I will not pretend I can relate to you; with your orange & purple hair & fifty acres of tattoos I watched you dance so wildly to your linkin park songs you invited me to join you; I said no, I cannot spin like that That was when you were joyful, manic; moments later, your mood is tragic melancholy drama seeps into your voice & you adjust your crown of thorns like a bloody tiara & you cry when I tell you you don't look so good in black Your rages, to me, are soulless theater; I recline in your balcony, munching popcorn & waiting for your tide to turn & then it turns: with gale force gusts & heaving seas trying so hard to drown me I remain aloof you pout (thinking it looks seductive) & then we ignore each other for a while. You hide your ears behind headphones bleeding traffic jams I retreat to my kitchen (in case you're hungry) & we both slink away from ourselves- you, in envy of how cool i am I, miserably in love with the chaos that you are Written December 11th, 2001 © on Dec 11 2001 07:24 AM PST 10 • 9
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"I will not pretend..."