Mister construction paper heart,
with the stealy glamour gray eyes and
the icy/kiss me lips...
I am (was) the little broken girl
who always said it was
to love and stay and
(an emotional train wreck-
in color) and
I had loved you anyway.
I've grown (down) now,
stainpainted my lips and
fixed my chipped, bruised fingernails
to prove it.
I've got a cold little hammer with
a so-sincere-it-could-kill smile
dripping from my glossy pink lips, and
I'm ready, willing,
and I think I'll be the one for once
to (and to not get)
and never. look. back.