Eroding

Watch the boy. Watch the burning boy. Watch that acid boy, there he goes. He’s trying to make you stare. He wants you, he wants you because you’re not his. Watch him. Watch the boy. Watch him burn, just for you.

…Or so you think.

He’s a chancer, walking

slow

down

the

stairs, he’s aware of the

STARES
that are staring from down all

those

stairs. He’s not used to this talk, all he wants is to talk, she won’t talk, he can’t talk, just to talk. She won’t listen, afraid, alone and dismayed, not a breakup because they never were.

He’s a chancer, romancer, and she’s a bad dancer with colours throughout her bright life.

He was young, he was stupid, she ended up as cupid, by mistake a heartbreak she began. He was loud and so clever, she loved him whatever when he chanced and romanced with her man. He was sleeping, so silent, his head didn’t fall, when she found out his actions and kicked at the wall.

Shot the………………….silence and murdered his peace.

He awoke, starry eyed,

……………………………………………………….rushingoutagoodbye
as she begged him to stay and explain. She was bro – ken, outspoken, burnt, beat up and token, the one that just had to be there. He was holding her mind in a place she’d not find when she screamed aimlessly at his walls. They had kept it so…..

silent.

Her thoughts were now violent as she sat on the floor by the door, his dark hair was so messy, her voice was quite stressy as she waited for her favourite whore.

‘Why oh why did it happen?’ Was all that she asked when he left the room at noon, he pushed her away and promised answers next day so she sat and awaited her friend Soon.

Forever, her enemy was waiting to greet her with news that Soon was not destined to meet her. Caught in traffic and bed, with her boyfriend he said and the girl could do nothing but weep. He did not understand why he wanted her man, he was there and he wanted to steal. When he saw her heart break, he did not want to take, but it was late and his life was so real.

He’s a chancer, romancer, an odd kind of cancer, a work of mechanical art. Has no feelings, no heart, so he tore her apart, ripped her butterfly from her arms with a smile.

His yellow and black was the perfect attack on the brown of her honey filled eyes, Amber slept through the day, sent the troubles away to form a line at the silly stage door. An actress by trade who had been so betrayed by a friend who had longed to be true, fly spray gets rid of wasps, when the battle was lost, acid burnt through her silly pink dreams.

He’s a chancer, romancer, an odd kind of cancer, a whore with bad clothes is the worst kind of dancer, he fancies himself and he wants you to too, that boy of the acid is perfect for you.

Watch the girl. Watch that damaged girl. Watch that Bambi girl, there she goes. She’s trying to make you aware. She tells you, she tells you, you’re not his. Watch her. Watch the girl. Watch her cry, just for you.

… Or so you think.