you’re a fake, darling

there was makeup and tears on your
cellphone that night, when your heart
into a million pieces
[if you’ll forgive the cliche]

i’d like to say i
tried to be sympathetic, but
you know
i’m a lousy liar
and i’m inclined to think you were just bitter that
he saw through you.

so take my advice, little girl
stain your cigarettes with
lipstick and smear your life with all
the pain
you’ve had the pleasure of inflicting

and oh,
don’t bother hopefully blowing your
eyelashes away.
wishes don’t come true for people like you.


4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Katy
    Jun 11, 2011 @ 05:10:07

    This is fantastic!


  2. menemenetekel
    Jun 13, 2011 @ 03:49:35

    Great poem! It reminds me of those brutally frank Raymond Carver poems.


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