TheDemiDevil

her red hair whipping around as she holds her skirt off of the ground to run. her grey, layered dress moving left and right as each leg extends. her  blue eyes scream betrayal as makeup drips down her porcelain face.

get up.

your stomach is so loud everyone is looking at you.

get. up.

nothing will happen if a crumb touches your mouth before noon.

Get. 



Up.


or I will make you get up.
 

I sigh. It’s that time of year again. Funny how I get so excited, anxious, and angry all at once. When the smell of cinnamon and rain hits me I close my eyes. I wish it could be like before, when I was young and materialistic.

If you squint your eyes just enough, you should be able to see the truth behind cruel way he loved you.

 

it really isn't fair

when you walk around looking like that,

and act the way you do.

your kindness knows no limits

and you make my dreams psychedelic 
 
as i float to the moon in a hot air balloon,