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

just impossible

to love and stay and

neverever crash


(an emotional train wreck-

in color) and

I had loved you anyway.


Remember me?


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)





let them


and crash.


and never. look. back.