Pseudo Girl (poem)

Rain washes away the remnants of the ashes she smoked

Pseudo ash in a pseudo world, for a pseudo girl

And who knows where they flew off to

Further than where she planned on going

The monsoon was almost over

She’d think better sober

But what’s the fun in that

Dreaming of a better day

But the pseudo life ain’t bad, as they say

Her smile didn’t screw him over like it used to

They didn’t breathe the same silence

Though he’d feel safer in her violence

Her thoughts didn’t taste the same anymore

Both their breaths still burning

Circadian rhythms now too indifferent to stop

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You act as if life made you an unhinged tire, instead of a toothbrush

You wanted to be clean and useful, slow to wear out

But instead you roll in dirt and corrupt gravel

And you will soon be exchanged

when you too have run your course

See, the girl’s an impulse

Don’t think too hard before you love her

And when you finally penetrate her demons and her dreams

Just give her what she wants, and leave

Show up to her place

mess her up, give her love

And then you give her, her space