You get jealous
When I talk to your crush...

My mark of perfection
Speaks in slits on my wrists...

As a child
I always prayed...

Feel it in my bosom
Deep interred in my chest...

I marvel
As i see the bumps...

I love you dearly
Yet i'm so confused...

Through all the lies we wade through
How do we know we even exist...

Notice me crying?
Yeah the girl in the back...

You took my breath away
And held it in your hand...

I'm done in this life
There's nothing here...

You were the favourite
Why wouldn't you be...

How slowly these faces dabble their slurs
Googling and gaggling what appear to be words...