Untitled (c. unknown, but probably 2001/2002 considering the subject matter)
You pierce my skin with your icy gaze
I pierced my nose in a creative streak
Painted my body with butterflies and ivy
You stole my glory for a cheap high
Now I’m low
stuck in the hole
we dug together
and I’m the one treading water
while you’re still on thin ice, laughing
The knives you use to kill are killing me
Notes:
Lots of mixed metaphors on this. Don’t ask me how I can be both in a hole (that I dug) and treading water. This isn’t about ice fishing but about a bad news boyfriend I had sophomore year of college.
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