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you let her slip into your brain with her stupid shining hair (that you know is just dirty blonde but looks like shimmering gold to you) and her stupid voice like melted butter so soft and sweet and lovely and that stupid laugh like bells (you feel strange describing her like this because that's how authors talk in books but there's no better way) and plus her stupid stupid eyes the stupidest part of all that you hate the most (those stupid stupid eyes gazing velvet soft blue satin dark and light and all the colors of a summer sky) with stars in them and all the brightness of the world stupid, stupid, stupid.
here's a little something i wrote a long while back, it's open to interpretation - let me know what you think! :-) i just have to crawl under the bed blow away the dust that's all in my head the monsters aren't there, so no one welcomes me; living free isn't free when you're a dust bunny. mirrors make the bed, if i lie, they'll crack will a frame hide my secrets if my image bleeds black? if i drown all my sorrows then what is there left to keep? do the pillows listen when i talk in my sleep? the blankets will cocoon me, i'm a prey of their touch falling while unconscious never hurt as much my dreams all seem real 'cause reality's a haze so is that why sleeping's how i spend my days? as i delve into darkness, praying not to wake yet, the tears only last a moment, so they leave a silhouette.