Til' the next good-bye

1.

Breaking glasses and turning tables, flying saucers to gnashing teeth;

you left to say good-bye for the last time and mingled in the sobs.

Tears reeking the make-up, wrinkled the splattered sleeve;

torn apart like leaves or some silky garments sleave.

Everybody seems to hate you and gathers in angry mobs –

to point fingers at your discord, to fuck at doorknobs…

as your mind grows numb and from your body fleets!

2.

Cut your wrists and heavy the sweater from bloodstains, while guises taunt:

“This is just for attention, and not for real – let her go for it!”

Don't give up, I'll hold your thoughts and despair against that flaunt;

for you are precious and not the ivory top tower or the grim gaunt.

Not a snow-princess who forget to give head to some deep shit;

although – the shit was real – but still don't accept their hit:

“Pretty fares better than fat; slim a more worthy count!”

3.

Their not worth it, who hope on plastic and measures of disgust;

after twenty to life their look like scarecrows and out of friends.

Fashion goes round and eats her followers flesh and guts;

after awhile they can only coffer some I-don't-know butts.

Lonely are those, who laugh the loudest on the hallmark of trends;

they never know, who behind their backs also knives pretends…

Who gets stabbed and who gets divorced for real trust? – –

4.

You're so fabulous and special your hopes and dreams;

more worth than mannikins and wax-mans splendor!

Better be yourself than like Heathers deems –

they don't know themselves, what saves and redeems!

I'll hold you til the dark is over the rainbow and gone;

fight your nightmares and demons til' their beaten and sore.

I can see you and in my eyes pretty you seem!!

5.

Pretty is your stomack and the subtle groans you take;

pretty is your shy walk, then you hope for no party…

Pretty without invites and likes, then you're “the same” – raped –

Pretty then poured pig-blood on or in the face a cake;

pretty for your glasses and pimples and farting…

Pretty then your too anxious to know whether breathe should be starting;

pretty under the hoodie crow, the mistletoe and on summers break!

5.

I'll hold you til' your next good-bye and wont forsake – I promise thee;

butterflies and unicorns shall comfort mockingbirds on meadows…

Build a wall of fire around and plant some lemon-trees;

let the Dandelions, Daffodils and Daisies sprout in the wardship of bees!

Sorrow be damned and gloomy thoughts find no gate nor windows;

I'll make the wives of your enemies soon be black widows!!

Smile again, my fair maiden, for the light is yonder to see...