She wore black lipstick and easy confidence that I could never master; 

She had a scar on the back of her hand, all shiny and red and she 

Smiled, she quoted song lyrics, she shouted and twisted her bracelets 

With skulls on; she honed my chaos spirit and she trapped my heart in 

Her hands, in her black-painted nails. 


I love to watch her, I love to steal a few words from those tinted lips; 

A smile breaking through the glossy darkness, white as bone and bright 

Like diamonds; stars; I worship you, you smile again, and you say "bye" 

So casual, and I walk away flustered and triumphant. 

The End

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