You speak glitter words, even though you don't believe them

and cover up your heartbreak with eyeliner-

you're smutty in this beautiful kind of way and the stars just drop at you feet.

You walk the streets with a tiger strut and kick the filth

off your shoes like a prima donna, but when you're alone

no one sees you trip over your own feet; no one sees you stumble.

You hike up your skirts to show off a little more leg and bring in the boys

with neon painted lips, radiating something feminine and lethal, yet

who would know that every kiss you hand out goes away with another part

of your soul.

You're what everyone wants and nobody wants to be,

some kind of fallen Aphrodite dying slowly with a smile plastered on her face,

wanting to be priceless but settling for worthless

and you're