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Trophy wifeYou took the stars out of my eyesand traded them for diamondsShoving them over the counter withyour eyes on only the prize'Cause what the hell could beata good accessory?(nobody cares for that sparkle in your eye just make sure your thong matches your purse, doll)You knocked the breath out of my lungsand took it for yourselfGreedily gulping it down like free wineon the party of the yearAnd who would ever carefor the name of the birthday girl?(music louderlouderLOUDER you won't stop dancing and I'm still on the ground gasping for air)You ripped the hairs out of my scalpand watched my muscles flexRealizing somewhere far-away that theyworked the same as yoursWhen, we wonder, did you forgetthat I was just as human?(when I bleed it's red not golden but you forgot those unimportant details while making career)You stole the heart out of my chestand kept it in a small cageTightening the locks as our parents saidwha
It's too bad, reallyThe sterile-white roomContrasting with its redfaced occupantsShouting, encouraging, cryingA resounding smackAnother scream, another red faceThe sterile-white roomContrasting with its redfaced occupantsAnd too much red bloodAnd it was in the midst of joyAbout that little bundle of joyThat Mother closed her eyesNeeding sleepSo so tiredShe could always hold her baby..laterSleepAnd it was the most lovely cardThat was sent all 'round townThick cream-colored paperWith a little stitched-on bowMade of gleaming silkFather and (late) Motherproudly announce the birth of the(ir)most beautiful baby in the world
Nameless documentDon't rush meCan't you see thatI'm trying to think?The blinking vertical stripeOn the purposeful first page of Microsoft WordWaits for me so very impatientlyTo write the first wordAnd the second and then the restAnd of course I knowThat the machines don't talkBut the humming sounds a bitLike such a heartless orderCreateCreate it now I'm waitingDon't you understand thatWe computer programsHave so very little time?Empty clear milky whiteBlank pages don't just leave themLitter them with black wordsdecoratejust so very simplyblackonw h i t e
you're the only finish linei've got blisters on my feetfrom walking after youbut i can't shake the feelingthat it'll only take a bit more time(one, maybe two days at the most)for me to catch upit's too bad (, really)that you're not moving in theopposite direction(of me)so you could meet mehalfway (there, wherever that may be)but i guess that's always been you(a selfish enigma) and i'm not sureif you want me but i hope you do(if not, at least need me)because it's always been only youi'm walking towardsAnd if (when) your broad back is getting smalleri deny that you're going faster and insistthat you're shrinkingbecause we've both been running for so long thatwe've become this old already(by this time we should've been resting our joints by the fireplace alreadybut nothing ever goes as planned)still i dare not look down to my hands in fearof not seeing countless wrinkles displayingthe passage of time
don't play grown updon't wear red lipstick because when you laughthe teeth gleaming unabashedlyfrom those mature-looking lipsmake you look like a child anywaywhen eating out don't say'not for me, thank you'when the waiter offers you wine in hopesof sounding judicious instead of beingtoo young to drink anywaydon't pretend to be coy with older menbecause when that one boy you'venever paid attention to offers you his umbrellain the streaming icy rainyou won't have anything to say but'oh, thank you' with a red facedon't you dare think thatbeing seventeen makes you a grown upor responsible or wisethat it gives you the right to leave the nestdon't you ever think it's easybeing on your ownnot thinking of the complicationsof not being taken care ofdon't you ever forget your motherexhaustedly poring over her workwhile cooking you the meal youwon't have to make yourself for years to comedear girl, you will grow up when you will sodon't force yourself beyond your years becausewhen you'r