About that girl that lives supposedly,

she sings and wishes that there wasn't a melody.

Searching for a fresh start,

genesis

a new beginning.

Maybe not at all her fault

that she waits for an ending.

A righteous Revelation

something has to end for something

great to happen to her.

And so she waits

walking down the street.

A glance or two from you know who.

She can feel herself,

cracking a joke to keep herself

content.

Yet in her brain,

all there is is heartbreak.

Breath.

There is no breath.

All there is

is false pretense right and left.

Mark every second of her life

with a check mark.

Live life as wonder woman,

oxygen

no photosynthesis

just carbon.

Constantly asking for a refill of happiness

as if its a soft drink at Mickey D's.

Wishing for more

more, more, more

of maybe everything.

Waiting for a lot to happen all at once.

In end,

she lives for what she believes to be for nothing.

Maybe for people that may need her.

About that girl,

who’s not too fond of the “physical.”

Who chopped in half all false relationships.

She walks alone on the street,

aches for company.

Wishes for the painkillers she used to have.

When she got off,

she wasn’t

dedicated to anything at all.

Wait maybe

she’ll see that no one is perfect,

life is going to screw her repeatedly

yet she still walks.

Piles of words

that people have said,

compact at the arches of her feet.

And so she sees,

that having a meltdown was just as easy.

About that girl who went back

in time to see that

it wasn't ALL HER FAULT.

She was fine until he came in

and removed the pillows.

Undid things that wouldn't have been

undone to begin with

if she

“wore the right things.”

She didn't believe

it was her skinny jeans

that did the dirty deeds.

It was

the dirty hands that did this

and said she begged and pleaded.

And she didn't know

that they’d all know by the end of the week.

About that girl

if you see her,

tell her,

the revelation that she always wanted

has yet to come.

And it's closer than she thinks.

About that girl,

in the mirror,

I can see her

and i wish it wasn't just me

staring and hoping there was a new beginning.