Squigglemania

You think I cant possibly see the lies that have simmered behind your gaze for months now cloying, clotting curdling into distaste and  ignorance. And still a small innocence remains. Innocent beleif that I'll swallow your excuses. And smile. It will be like we used to be, in that little small bubble in time where you'll be mine forever. Before the alcohol, drugs and constant drive for the meaningly words of others buried themselves in your conciousness. And carried you away. Like a cavalry leading a general to his death with cheerful songs. The pretence is falling apart like a cheap lie You dont need me any more Your othe

I'm not impressed, darling By your shallow stories. I see you slowly falling, darling. Digging your own grave. Think for once, idiot boy. As you knock back the hell with flavour. You're just an idiot toy, now A puppet begging to be saved. And yet I see still the boy you used to be before you brought each other to the kill and swirled your sense down into history I really should have told you before the seconds ticked too late how much I cared about you before the vodka sealed your fate.

Parties and chatrooms and puppy-love fondness weird fashion and star trek and lunch at mcdonalds gossip and rumors a quick kiss or long schoolwork and me-time HMV and prom arguements and tempers movies and ice-cream ice-skating in winter in summer you're free worries and weight-gain diets and plans your faveorite red jumper beloved scruffy old vans a peircing or two hairdye and eye-liner our parents still hoping that someday we'll be wiser fearing time flying and wondering how you'll survive this mad world Shut up- your time's now.