Boy:: with the adjectives for eyes

and the corners of my eyes burn
mascara and eyeliner
dripping like the
lies out of your
sinful mouth
oh the places youve been the
faces youve seen
the hearts you took
and sMASHED
to pieces like
the times you did the same to me
I cant say its not my fault
but when I look at you
I scream out verses to
poems (I once wrote, once knew)
I was so beautiful
so gorgeously
waiting for those tales you would spin
take your pain
TO MY SOUL
cause I'm too righteous for
razorblades
I prefer dull knives
(more pressure to do it right)
till I throw up blood and memories
and suffocate on
what we were in my dreams
(a copycat of those old movies
we used to watch
my dear, my dear)