kill the conversation and soak your bare bones in chlorine tonight (poem)

god I swear it’s chemical

the way he seems so edible

like taking tons of edibles

the thought of its incredible

he’s spinning,, shaking,, hesitating

i am impatiently waiting

for it to counteract the way

the moon is failing to spin on its axis

and I don’t know where the sax is

so it’s gonna seem pretentious

when mascaras running down my face

i pace and pace around my room

and listen to the clock of doom

love me now but not too soon

he wants to see my lacy black bras underwire

so that he can feel inspired

to perspire while we’re watching the world

why don’t we shuffle the cards and deal em to girls

who are sick of their boyfriends ruining pearls

you want me

and I might give into this

I hate you

you don’t hear me admit it

cuz you’re under the influence

and I’m stir crazy

give me something to cry about,, maybe