that damned madhatter and his stupid tea parties

I feel like I must be the girl who cried honest.
Once the reputation was actually at stake
it just all seemed so fake.
So fucking rehearsed.
If it had not been for my twice punctured lungs
and my thrice cracked (open) ribcage
we’d be far beyond our marks.
Well past ‘get set’ and ‘go’.

I imagine that it will take far more
than some huge, novelty scissors
and an oversized carboard check
to mark our grand opening.

Our grand re-opening.
(As though her legs wouldn’t open for any stranger with a swanky tongue.)

We’re down to thirty percent. Only thirty percent of my days feel like pure, unearthly defiance. No. I will not move because you told me to move. I’m going to stand right here until my knees all but buckle.

I plan on stuttering my way through this conversation just like every other one up to this day.
This very moment.
This second with you.

If the smell of burnt flesh didn’t have such a vile impact on the world, I would have branded your name inside both of my thighs so that every one from here on out would just have to ask.No. I’m fucking serious.
I want to know the truth behind every scar.
I want to feel the hurt.
Start with this one, right here
and work your way down.
I want to feel connected to every single thing that you couldn’t
just couldn’t live with
or without.

My third worst habit is making myself remember
every plucked heart string.
Every worn, way too stepped on soul.
Don’t you dare think that I’ll ever forget.
Don’t imagine for even one second that I would want to.Walk me through your mountians and valleys and I’ll teach you everything I know about being free.
You’re the only girl who could possibly make me think of the word pedastool as a verb.

Pinky promise and all.

Under appreciated was the understatement of the century.
Tongue in cheek is a state of mind.
You are my opposable thumb
the only way for me to hold on.

I’ve got nothing but time on my hands
and darling
I swear that my heart is
well
it’s pure gold.But the doctors
they’re still asking
so, does it hurt more today than yesterday?
well, how about the day before?
and last month?
No matter how I answer
even after all the pleading in the world
they just keep tellin’ me:
we cannot amputate your heart.
However, we’ll moniter it closely
and as soon as it skips a beat
well then
we’ll let you know.pitter patter, baby
pitter patter.
it’s all you.