Realisations

Little girl
You've run away
The sober morning - shake her,
Or drunk and staggering nights
Snip at her,
On, off, on, off
A prisoner of silly codes,
And you're much too selfish to stop it.
Keep playing now,
You've almost won
She drowns in sour stupidity,
Glows red humiliation
Through sharply sapphire cheekbones.

This house is empty,
Three windows shattered.
You locked me out inside,
With rigid ruined keys
I'm in your queue of partisans.

Little girl
You've licked your lips raw,
This getting lost
Won't get you found,
There's nothing there for finding.
You're working class,
You talked too much,
The secrets slithered out themselves,
No mouth was open,
He could see
Right through his careless blindness.
A Fuckingriddle
And they remind each time of you,
Tin shards while you're
Too blissful.
No one smiles this much, stop it.
Why don't you tangle back the hurts,
And learn to drink and sit again?
Makes perfect sense, we knew it.
Its not too late to care much less,
Go swim in funny nightmares.