Tuesday

i had to.

your crooked smile is painted on a tainted mouth and face.
a girl like you, with no substance or class, was bound to be replaced.
how did you expect to keep the one thing you never cared to lose?
little girl, your feet are too small for your shoes!
your silhouette is bigger than your head and your fake hair.
how do you expect to be loved when all you demand is their stare?
little girl, you need a breath of fresh air.
i almost feel sorry for the way he let you go.
but when i wake up to his beautiful face i realize you were necessary for him to know and see that i am the only one who could ever show him a perfect world.
now put down your cheap eyeliner and loosen your tight and taut curls.
find a face no one would dare replace.