Shifting

Esoterically reconstruct every cliche to present yourself in a way
that he'll see you under whimsical lighting like the left over Christmas decorations in your bedroom illuminating
the spot he first brushed your lips with his and his fingertips aggressively tugged at your hips
Innocently shifting in the sheets
this time alone tossing up thoughts about how he greets you
And says goodbye
Always addressing you by name
He imbues it with an energy that makes you sound prettier than the plain Jane you feel like
in the morning following heavy makeup and champagne saturated nights

lovely lola

Lovely Lola was a mature beauty born in a jail bait generation. She was inordinately intelligent and the unexpected body of trapped trouble. She kept her phone tucked behind the zipper of her long left leather boot and wore a thrifted argyle skirt low on her little hips. She was a clever, clever, demon disguised by a petite 5'2 frame. She had a mind just behind her captivating colored iris's, that could tear you to shreds. Eyes as green as the envy ignited in other girls with just a glance in her direction. Literally breath taking.

Whatever You Call It

I'll furtively fabricate the tragic end of your long lead romance but I'll fail in pushing you out of love.
But she'll leave with no regret for her destiny has been set
With a man in Spain
And mine with the man I manifested from the smoke of my lucky cigarette.

He waits in his room for a women that's no longer interested in playing games.
I think I am in love with him even if he doesn't mind ignoring my longing.
I beg of him to let me be the silver lining left in her dust...
But broken hearts aren't mended by second bananas
And beauty doesn't arrive over night.

Perhaps some lonely night when he wants to feel wanted and my physical being decides to be haunted by Another hit it and quit it or whatever you call it.
That night he'll be mine.