i told you that i liked boys who smoked cigarettes,
because then i knew that they needed something.
i told you that i liked roses without the thorns,
because then they wouldnt hurt so much when they got picked.
i told you that i liked it when you held my hands
because i didnt feel quite so lonely, not quite.
i told you that i'd love you 'til the stars exploded
and the clouds devoured us- and you said nothing.
you said nothing.
(here's a little history.)
in vietnam people hurt other people.
people burned themselves-
(i wish i was that brave.)
they threw chemicals and hid in the ground
and laughed when the others cried.
its not vietnam, and this is no war
but you're burning me from inside out-
with concentrated chemicals that rip and ruin
tissue and muscle.
and you're laughing, while im crying.
this year was the worst birthday ever.
tuesdays are days of stress and hurry and
this year was a tuesday.
(you left me on a tuesday, did you know that?)
so im drinking liquid es