I'm Such A Big Girl.

[LiteraryAntiquity]

Sensing something,
Nothing comes to mind.
Crossing over darkest streets,
The alleyway to the homeless, asleep.

Screaming inside my foolish head,
As bloody alcohol causes another diatribe,
Two fighters feasting on my soul,
Two fighters feasting on my final bowl.

They call me a cynic,
They have no idea,
I'm crossing over darkest streets,
Praying for some last scrap of innocence to meet.

I make mistakes,
All the time,
Even my poems tend to suck with a rhyme.
I don't stand up for what I believe,
I cannot feel and I cannot grieve.

See there I go with a simple rhyme,
To brush away a past of constant grime,
I heard they mentioned him in my past,
Something I cannot run from.

Crossing over the darkest streets,
To hold you, touch your frighteningly pale skin,
Guess what my angel? You're beautiful,
and I love you.

So screw the rhymes,
Screw the technique,
I just had to say,
I love you.

And screw the unfortunate time,
Screw the imperfect physique,
I just had to say, because I do,
I love you. I love you.