Admit it, something sweet.

Your face, it's beautiful. It's fake.
It's always the other way around, for another day.
It's backwards, it's forwards.
It's never fucking going to be the same.

You haunt my thoughts.
(I won't admit it.)
I compromise.
(You won't admit it.)
You twist my words.
(I won't admit it.)
I make it clear.
(You won't admit what?)
I'm still your light.

This game, I act, you sing.
We frolic like it never happened,
We pretend,
We pretend,
We pretend.
The black- I'm stained.
And you won't let me forget it.

I shout and scream
(You won't admit it.)
You sing of my lies
(I won't admit it.)
I patronize.
(You won't commit me.)
I'm going batty.

Your passivness has failed you again,
and were stuck at a stand still
Neither can win.
Past the tears, tommarow is fears,
I'm leaving, you.

I him and haw
(I love you.)
You twit, you idiot
(I left you.)
You watch me leave and wave.
(I love you!)
And night turns into day.

Pretty Bras

Pretty bras don't make you prettier on the outside,
They can't fix that face,
They can't hide that scowl.

Pretty boys won't make you feel better,
Their going to use your till their nothing left,
They won't look back and see their fingerprint.

Plastic people make plastic promises,
That melt in the sun, crack in the cold,
and never amount to the value their sold.

This is a shitty poem for you,
I didn't guarantee it to be new.
But when you fuck me and leave me,
Well, lets just say I hope you take it easy.

Love, Nothing.