Monday, May. 05, 2003 - 6:52 p.m.
If you give a girl a phone
she will call
If you give a girl a convertible
she will drive
If you give a girl a pen
she will write
If you give a girl a gun
she will shoot .
The curves of your body are like braille and I am blind with love ,
tracing with fingertips a map of the only world I'd like to belong in ,
dancing with an acetate flesh star map ,
you are a galaxy made for me .
Aren't you sick of these fucking love poems ? Oh joy , you are mine/ oh fuck , you are not ? There's nothing more to life than a dick in a cunt and a hand in hand stroll down an abandoned beach you always hated , but is suddenly fucking magical because he is there with you ?
There is a lot more to open your eyes to in this world than him . You may think you are enlightened because you can pretend you are in love but we all know you are faking that shit , we all know you only crawl to him because you don't want to do anything else .
Bitter ? Hardly .
Stop fawning over nothing , you know he is going to break you in the end .
