AN: i wrote this ages ago. Just been too lazy to upload it though.

Notice for you

I'm your paint.

I'm your pencil. I.a.m.y.o.u.r.i.n.k.u.p.o.n.t.h.i.s.b.l.o.t.

I am your curl: unfurled.

I burn before I light your fire- sounds

like a song. Crude like your nose.

That guitar was staring at me; glaring

at me. I stabbed a pen through its eye.

Fine. Move. You went and dug up

that garden. The seeds were once again-

scattered, how had it mattered?

exactly.

I'm going for absolution.

Solutions are like motions. Stab.

I know you. Y.o.u.d.o.n.'t.

Shoes. I want some new shoes.

Bling. Ka-ching. That too. She thinks:

so cool. A.c.t.u.a.l.l.y. it's not.

I'm sad. Too bad. Seriously

though, that's it; I'm through with all of this.

Only way I get attention

is noosed; swinging from that shade.

Red.