Her

She's Ultra classic,

Got that tatted jacket

With patches sewn on at random.

Ask her and she'll let you

Sharpie your signature

Next to other people she hadn't planned on.

Some scribbled over with anger,

Some circled but it looks more like danger

Rascal with a hit list on her sleeve

Askin’ for nothing but adventure.

Try to get through her shell,

She seems to sell a different decoy

For anyone who comes near.

Hell,

There’ve only been glimpses of the real one.

Anybody sees her true colors she’d be undone

Open up even a little and she’s on the run

Thought that there would be

So much more fun

But can’t back out now.

Go back to where you’re numb.

Gathered up her things

And left in a hurry

Thought she wasn’t just

Another one of your flings

But got a hold of your lust,

Not what you used to be

Buddy.

It Isn’t so funny

When you feel that you must

And obligations of trust

Get in the way.

You always been unsteady

Gears constantly stained

By rust

And something

Muddy.

Esoteric concept

Strung out by some

Incomprehensible and really

Lengthy

String of words

That sound absurd but

Consistently

Doll out some other

Bell dings

Ringing' in my skull

While I fulfill

That pheromone bust.

Got your fill of what you

Said in so many ways was

Impossible to become.

Real enough before the days

When I wasn’t used to my vision being

Blurry.

Back temporarily

Sprouting wings

And armor

Like she’s a newcomer

But ending with

Shouting nothings

At nothing

Because I’m nobody

In the shell of a body

They all call me odd I

Won’t give in to the prodding

And then it’s all over

Hot sting at the end

With my strings

Playing pretend.

But I will not send

What they say my flaws are

Into the submission

Of sad thoughts to drown

In an endless cause

And end up causing

Them all to worry.

So finally sleep with ease

For fleeting sheep

Leave a boring landscape

In the land of bed sheets.