I must have forgotten my morality that night.
I must have forgotten what a lady was,
How I was meant to pose,
Smile and laugh at your deft, laughable words.
And remember, that it could never, ever
Be your fault as well.
“Fault” being the operative word….
Because apparently those actions were wrong…
I’m not meant to hold someone,
Or fall.
And I’m not meant for your admittedly meager offerings.
You silly girl.
Be a proper lady, goddamn you.
Compose yourself, give it value.
Value? I wonder.
Value to an idea made so worthless by your own actions.
From natural impulse to mindless, stupid events.
You fucked him didn’t you?
…wait….why do you care?
Oh, because he thinks you’re trash now.
Trash?
….yeah, a one night stand…trashy…
You know what kind of people do that kind of shit don’t you?
Yeah…
Me.
I’m sorry?
I didn’t think it was going to happen like that…
I thought…. I thought…..That maybe this time….
It was real?
Jesus, you did it again!
Why do you let them step all over you like that?
How fucking stupid are you?
Well, shit.
I suppose I should apologize for my actions that have nothing to do with you.
I suppose I should fail to recognize that I’m human, and oftentimes,
Quite weak.
So how many times is this now, when you come to me with these stories?
The same few, over and over….
Each time a fluke, you tell me.
But yet, you continue.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Don’t you realize that they’ll never respect you?
Respect? I wonder.
What the fuck is that?
Do you have a dictionary on you, perhaps?
From close friend
To a mere first-named boy I don’t recall the face of…
One repetitious pace I follow.
Doesn’t it bother you?
Fuck, of course it does.
Did you honestly think it didn’t?
Do you think I enjoy this?
Sure, hopping from one horrible thing to another, yeah….
Love it.
Sure I do.
You know what? Fuck you.
Seems I’m fallible.
Seems I possess a flaw.
Oh no.
Oh dear sweet god no.
Seems that I've followed
(Behind the rest of the entire world)
A path aimed for finding love.
Hmm..love.
I almost forgot what that feels like.
Yet it’s me, just me.
The downfall of the universe,
A prime example of what you should never look for in a girl.
A girl who craves touch and thought,
And girl who goes out and gets it.
You should never,
Ever,
Call her in the morning.
You keep that girl shut off.
You revel in her when no ones watching.
You make promises to her,
And she falls.
She doesn’t know you’re dishonest.
You can paint her guilty in the morning,
One more thoughtless, stupid girl.
Your ass is covered, and she’s dumb to the proceedings.
She thinks you’re innocent.
She thinks you’re the one. The last one.
Jokes on her.
She’ll be spent just as soon as you were….
That should pretty much be common knowledge by now.
Certainly there has to be something about you that keeps them running.
Perhaps they can smell the intention on you.
Sniff you out and figure out how to eek it out of you.
You need to change.
Don’t you know what people say about girls like you?
Yeah, I do.
My name on repeat.
…It’s got a ring to it, after all.
I must have forgotten what a lady was,
How I was meant to pose,
Smile and laugh at your deft, laughable words.
And remember, that it could never, ever
Be your fault as well.
“Fault” being the operative word….
Because apparently those actions were wrong…
I’m not meant to hold someone,
Or fall.
And I’m not meant for your admittedly meager offerings.
You silly girl.
Be a proper lady, goddamn you.
Compose yourself, give it value.
Value? I wonder.
Value to an idea made so worthless by your own actions.
From natural impulse to mindless, stupid events.
You fucked him didn’t you?
…wait….why do you care?
Oh, because he thinks you’re trash now.
Trash?
….yeah, a one night stand…trashy…
You know what kind of people do that kind of shit don’t you?
Yeah…
Me.
I’m sorry?
I didn’t think it was going to happen like that…
I thought…. I thought…..That maybe this time….
It was real?
Jesus, you did it again!
Why do you let them step all over you like that?
How fucking stupid are you?
Well, shit.
I suppose I should apologize for my actions that have nothing to do with you.
I suppose I should fail to recognize that I’m human, and oftentimes,
Quite weak.
So how many times is this now, when you come to me with these stories?
The same few, over and over….
Each time a fluke, you tell me.
But yet, you continue.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Don’t you realize that they’ll never respect you?
Respect? I wonder.
What the fuck is that?
Do you have a dictionary on you, perhaps?
From close friend
To a mere first-named boy I don’t recall the face of…
One repetitious pace I follow.
Doesn’t it bother you?
Fuck, of course it does.
Did you honestly think it didn’t?
Do you think I enjoy this?
Sure, hopping from one horrible thing to another, yeah….
Love it.
Sure I do.
You know what? Fuck you.
Seems I’m fallible.
Seems I possess a flaw.
Oh no.
Oh dear sweet god no.
Seems that I've followed
(Behind the rest of the entire world)
A path aimed for finding love.
Hmm..love.
I almost forgot what that feels like.
Yet it’s me, just me.
The downfall of the universe,
A prime example of what you should never look for in a girl.
A girl who craves touch and thought,
And girl who goes out and gets it.
You should never,
Ever,
Call her in the morning.
You keep that girl shut off.
You revel in her when no ones watching.
You make promises to her,
And she falls.
She doesn’t know you’re dishonest.
You can paint her guilty in the morning,
One more thoughtless, stupid girl.
Your ass is covered, and she’s dumb to the proceedings.
She thinks you’re innocent.
She thinks you’re the one. The last one.
Jokes on her.
She’ll be spent just as soon as you were….
That should pretty much be common knowledge by now.
Certainly there has to be something about you that keeps them running.
Perhaps they can smell the intention on you.
Sniff you out and figure out how to eek it out of you.
You need to change.
Don’t you know what people say about girls like you?
Yeah, I do.
My name on repeat.
…It’s got a ring to it, after all.