Just cake up the make up to tweak out the fake ups and rot out the spit up
Broken up breaking out
Shot out of a single phrase slip up down a bluff I've fallen from before

I was under the influence of another beautiful fraud
Who conversely
Attracted me with the frowns she caused
And lulled me sleeping
Chardonay dreaming
Completely disbelieving
That the heaving in my chest was the result of another near miss that could now currently care less

And while imagining the storm created by her kiss
A voice screamed "WAKE UP!!"
"Your karma isn't quite paid up"
"Her mind was never made up"
And slam goes the sound of my future
Fed ex'd by a universal unknown sender (though I know who)
In a box marked express to impress all the anecdotal punctual.

But you know...
I'm glad we never made it to nuptials
As I would have had to kill myself much, much sooner
To avoid spending my entire life suturing the gashes of my feet from the glass you'd have me tip toe-ing through.

The weird thing is
Right before I jammed that fork in my neck
I felt a slight stick in the small of my back
And turned to find her standing innocently with one bloody hand
Holding the knife I gave to her the day I let her back in

Damn...

...She beat me to it.

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