perfect me

never said i was perfect
i'm sick of looking at your face
i wanna puke on your feelings
and have no justification for it

wanna be hard and difficult
shrivel up and flip you off
fuck your reasons, i could give a shit
i've been fucking them up and down the walls of graffiti
where memories of us used to hang for months now
like hanging out laughing
fucking residue of a good time, i stomp on that crap
who gives a shit about good times
what is now is now

yes to jealousy and bats to knees
dragging her face across the sidewalk
pulling her out of her skin
i spit at the thought of "let's talk"
don't give a fuck about being the bigger man
i'm a woman
i'm a human
the closer i am to knowing my shit
is the quicker i can fuck up yours
so yeah, i hurt sometimes
so what?
fuck the differences
fuck being polite

fuck it all
slap me
punch me
scare me
maybe i'll flinch
but i'll definately be smiling
maybe i'll walk away crying
but i'll walk with myself
because i don't need you

nope, not you

another
asshole
down