Super Hero GirlShe’s the kind of girl who cleans her finger nails with an exacto knife And wears garage band t-shirts with cashmere cardigans She the kind of girl who carefully lines and fills her lipstick with a bright vintage red Then lights a cigarette with a torch and blows you a smoke laced kiss She’s the kind of girl who reads fine literature and relishes trashy porn She’s the kind of girl who cooks a gourmet meal in heels and an apron… Right before she drinks you under the table and cons you out of all your money in a billiard game She’s the kind of girl who never starts a fight but cSuper Hero Girl
The Letter on his graveI’d met everyone you knew, And you avoided meeting even one of my closest friends. I spent three months living with your mother brother and father. Helping and getting to know them every day while missing my own family/ And you refused to sit down to even one dinner with my mother and I. Whenever you felt your life becoming a little disorderly or chaotic Or your situation a little grey and any light hard to see I was the first in line to clean up and clear away clouds Or at least listen when you needed a sympathetic ear, if that’s all I could provide And when my world fell apartThe Letter on his grave
and I left it in your lockerI think... Maybe I might... Just maybe... I might... feel... something. I don't want to say what, Because it may just be one of those fleeting things Those come around a lot. And they're impossible to hold onto, But they leave carnage that they're not worth. So I'll keep this to myself until I know.. But I think just maybe, There's something. I dunno, I've thought that before And I was wrong. And I hope that's not the case. What if it is something? Why does that seem like such a complicated question? You've told me all about what it would meaand I left it in your locker
Taste of HeartbreakSo I will stand by my new lover's side And staple together the pages of our years The blacked out fragments of our faded storyline And the harsh words and silences that still sting my ears My my, my love It must have gone by so fast I haven't grown any older, why have you? The memories of twisted dreams, of whirlwinds and of make-believe The nowhere fairytale with a lazy end The phone calls late and dates with cyberspace You never could have been anything real to me It would break the veil of fantasy, I know I was dreaming Of you and of kisses rough against the midnight sTaste of Heartbreak
Directions to a HeartbreakThis is the way you should break my heart.Directions to a Heartbreak
Firstly, you have to call me over the phone, since we're both too cowardly to see eachother's faces. Call on a weekend, perferably a Friday night so I can cope over the weekend and stay home that night to curl under the covers.
Tell me, "We had great times but-" then pause, and let me say "But what? Are you breaking up with me?" Say this, "No no no, I'm not...well...yes and no. I really like you but-" pause again because you don't know why you're doing this. "But what?" I will persist. "Is there someone else? Is it something I did? What?" Sense that I am growing angry, and
HeartbreakHe deceived me, just like everyone else, asking me Ever so patiently to open up to him and share All my haunting thoughts, those that keep me awake. Racking sobs erupting from my trembling lips, Tossing and turning all night, so I do as he asks, Bearing my soul to him, letting him see my feelings, Revealing parts of me no one else knew, Extracting painful memories and entrusting secrets All the while, he leads me on. I really should have Known, should have known he would betray me.Heartbreak
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think about your troubles.
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