Girls You Want.

[prada spring 2009]

I’ve become really fucking good hearing the cruelty in your inflections

Your slowed mind doesn’t hear the gait of your disrespect 

I don’t object I digest- but I digress

I was never going to impress you

But I’m always one to try

You’re always one to speak your wronged mind

And I’m always the one at fault

I’m sorry I couldn’t be all the girls you want.


Those Hedi Slimane type girls

Those sugar cube for breakfast type girls

Those skinny scarfs, skinny jeans, skinny love type girls 

Those white and white type girls

Those I’ll praise you like the apple that bruised Newton type girls

I’ll join you with your fanatic boy fantasies

They won’t include me

But have me along for the ride


I got comfortable, I slipped up

Forget the basic whatnots we both lack 

For a second I noticed your eyes were not black

Despite gazing into them a number of times before

This time I noticed there was a light

First time I didn’t stare back at my reflection 

Instead I stared into yours

It was terrifying 

You were scared

It’s not what those girls you want normally- see.


You were wankered you don’t remember it’s all good.





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