Blow his heart out
Like a candle, leave him opalescent and
Waning, a lily, waxy and ailing for every time he sent you
To your blank, heaving Tylenol seas.
You're so heavenly monochromatic,
Faded fairy-girl, washed out and
Drained out and bled all her dreams out,
All tragic eyes,
So Shakespearean, so endearing,
I will crush you, Juliet,
I'll pull all your petals off
Because you know he loves me not.
You can chew all you want on your bloodless lips,
'Til I lacerate what your silk mouthful of pearls can't cut,
But don't you dare think I can't loathe the pretty,
Don't pray that my awe could make me fear you,
'Cause Sephora won't save you from what I will do.