Tight black squeezed againstflesh.
White and pink rhinestones glued to cheap shirts.
It's just fortonight anyway.
You suit it too.
You're easily bought and too-earlysold.

Strands of white and gold spun through darker pieces I wish you'dkept.
Lashes pressed into upright positions, begging for release.
Crispgiggles roll over your soon-to-be-defaced tongue, past your perfect teeth andslip
gently off your glossy lips.

Slight thoughts pass you as youare;
Slight
The attention you don't crave is what you ask for.
I findmake-up on your pillow
I wonder ... did you cry?
I'm tired of spendingmyself on you.
The charade you take part in isn't fooling me
Because wewere real!
But fake is the fashion and you're all the rage.