August 11, 2009

Steal my he(Art)


It's amazing how many eyes are being noticed these days. Even ugly eyes are getting attention. Well I decline this attention. I will only wear sunglasses so that instead people will notice the giant boils on my neck, the pit stains down to my ankles, the thick black hair that grows in between my index finger and my middle finger. I want them to notice that my shoes are all two sizes too small and that my toe cleavage as almost won awards. Fuck my eyes! I want you to see my knobby knees and bony elbows. I want them to notice my chicken scratch writing and how I drive with my feet when my hands are consumed with the 50 year old typewriter I welded to my car. Don't look at my eyes look at my black drawn on eyebrows that make me look angry all the time! Or notice how my hair looks like Raman when I use a whole bottle of gel! Fuck my eyes. Don't you dare notice my eyes.

Don't tell me I'm sweet. Don't tell me you think we'd be perfect together. Notice my faults. Notice my lack of strength behind closed doors. Tell me I'm an asshole. Tell me you hate me and you don't understand how anyone could be friends with me. Scream. Yell. Shout. Don't tell me my eyes are beautiful tell me my knuckles are beautiful. Get out your anger. Take it out on me. apologize Later. Forgiveness always comes and regret never leaves. Stick up for yourself, and stick up for me god dammit. Or don't. See if I care. See if I notice. I will, but will you notice? No because you'll be too busy not looking in my eyes.

Don't you dare look into my eyes. Don't you dare kiss my lips and tell me you're in love with me and then go home to Her.

Don't. Please, please don't do this to me.

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