rip her to shreds

she carves your name
in that crevasse of her arm,
and blood's not the only
casualty of this war.

she loses her soul with every glance,
and she's one step from
heartbreak and two puffs from ignorance;
neither of which will do her much good.

she's dying, she says, dying
to be thin, dying to be
loved.

she's miss apocalypse,
rip her to shreds.
she's nothing to you now.

"ex-girlfriend", crimson rivers;
she's just a mix of
beauty and peer pressure.
there's nothing like a breakdown.

she smiles as you say goodbye.
she was all you wanted, but
you still wanted more.

by eyesdecieve
posted on 10/11/2007