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Untitledthey dont tell you how bad it getsUntitled by ghostporn
first, youre smiling, and
something is on fire.
its your clothes. your hair is smoldering.
and shes giving you flowers
and you are buying her chocolate
and youre having cafe dates
and shopping for cute dresses, shoes
and shes telling you that she loves you
and youre the thing shes most proud of
youre so smart and so beautiful
youre her perfect little girl
and everythings okay
she is there when you cry
she is there when you need money
she is your ride home, and back
and you tell her everything
over and over and on and on
and your mouth is full of blood
and youre sorry for all of this
sick to your stomach
wishing so bad that shed just pull out the gun
and end it
because you love her
you love her
she is mom, and you still love her
and you are done writing lies
about running away from home
and smiling in bed.
call it as you likei swear these truths on november:call it as you like by ghostporn
it is so easy to adore you when your mouth
is smiling and full of toothpaste
i like your familiar, sleepy, impertinent mane
and the two black hoodies in the mirror
i don’t even remember why we’re laughing,
why i’m writing this
why your silence is more comforting
i — we? — could be happy —
about mei’m katherineabout me by ghostporn
and i can't remember
the last time i wasn't tired.
so like i cuss a lot
and you can call me manhattan
je parle français comme un enfant mal embouché
i'm not very good at introducing
myself, white plums, cross-shaped scars
and anything in between.
my name is katherine
prettiest princess south of the equator
who saves all the princes in distress
i want to become a ghost.
but no one seems to know I'm gone.
and I warn you, I have no idea where I am going.
i grew up on nintendo but one of these days ill be
baseball cap lovin
and doesnt actually know what grubbin means
I'm going to be the biggest garden
even with a tired, nauseous,
nothing ever really ends, does it?
(When no one was looking,
a wise man once said,
"that's a pretty dumb thing to ask a magical girl.")
But real magic can never be made
by offering up someone else's liver.
You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back.
The true witches know that.
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