As the result of a pretty little mistake from the depths of a fairy princess whore and a guitarist in a no where band, I’m that freaky girl who wears Halloween costumes during the summer time. Decked out with rainbow streaks through my hair and glitter mascara on my eyelashes. Dancing in the street like that old movie with that guy in the rain. Singing songs that only make sense in my mind, songs about love, glitter, and safety pins. I’m that girl that parents will move their children away from, even though I love kids and I wouldn’t touch a tiny hair on their pretty little heads. I wear my fairy wings and ballet slippers under a pale purple tutu made of silk and mosquito netting. Those tasty drugs shaped like hearts, smiles, and superman logos melt away on my tongue and make me see the world like a fairy tale book. Glitter filled through purple John Lennon glasses. Living off of happy pills, acid stamps, and vodka shots to the brain. No wonder when I lift my shirt all I see is ribs. I’m a hollow skeleton of a girl. Just a fairy tale skeleton with blue eyes and pale skin. Then when I become utterly obsessed with Alice in Wonderland, my personal goddess, all I can do is eat tea cakes and drink hot tea while wearing a black ribbon in my hair and speaking in that oh-so-cute British accent. When you kiss my lips I taste like candy, stale tea, and vodka. Those three yummy mixtures that make your head spin. Long fake nails painted with pink nail polish down bare backs. Two sweaty bodies against each other in a cheap motel room after a rave. The room smells like Vicks, sweat, and Lysol. But your kiss is electric; the combination of drugs and pure lust has got my head spinning for you. How do you do this to me? Make me cry with just a simple touch. You’ve seen the true fairy behind this pretty little mistake. You’ve seen the glitter mascara run down my cheeks in tinted tears. The rainbow streaks in my hair washed away after our little encounter. I won’t see you for weeks, that’s how it goes. But the feelings always linger. I know you feel it too. Because when we meet again all you can do is press your lips to mine, tasting candy, stale tea, and vodka. The ways your eyes penetrate mine with that stare. Making me quiver. This pretty little mistake will always been here waiting. Painting her eyes with glitter eye shadow and her lips painted hot pink. Dancing with a glow stick above her head, chest coated in vapor rub. Lost in that yummy dream where I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole and you’re who I’m trying to get to. Not home, not my little cat named Dinah, you. My oh-so-pretty accident.