Mixed Up Lines Mess Up Reality

beauty's a trick of the mind
unable to describe no one
but i feel it in those orbs of bright brown
those words i almost said never came
the word vomit finally ended
when i could have used it most

those trombone jokes were a break
from the endless bounty
and escaping the blondeness of it all
the secret you hold at your side
as if i never knew what you denied for

happily ever after was and still is
fair game above the waist
from dear patty-cakes breaking that moon
to distract the silent eyes of creeping monsters
even all that messing with my thoughts
freed up wishing for the best and worst

the different types of sighs
kept them occupied trying to tell the difference
no one is worth as much as some are put up to be
saved all those stutters and clumsy moments
for meeting the one who deserved them
those thoughts of me were always kept secret
your social status couldn’t take the beating

degrading myself more than true
just because i think he'd like me more the way i'm not
that's the way it's always been
debate forgetting or living alone
every word you've ever read was a lie
formed by the creases of shame in those papers

crying all day
reading all night
time never works to the advantage
of finals two weeks from quarter past never
blue fueled this civil war
to the verge of cyan notes
written on lime folders

Loretta's my savior
in this place that condemns those non-holiday
this isn't the rest of our lives
in the burgundy blueness of the burning truth
to find out he's actually said my name
well… that's a whole new story entirely

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