For the life of me
I cannot remember
Why I thought I could eat a horse
And fly with the pigs

My skin crawls
as the cow jumps over the moon.
It makes me remember
you were the fork and I was the spoon.

A broken heart.
Now the fork likes plates.
One more straw
And the camel's back breaks.

I am an angst-ridden teen
with the world on my shoulders.
Don't smear my heavy eye-liner
with your tired cliches.
 
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