If This Wasn’t So Melodramatic, It Would Be A Satire

Our footsteps shrink. Somewhere along the line we turned around and began walking away from one another. Each time I turn around I’m facing another wall. Six sides. I’m packed and sealed in a box, ready to be sent to wherever you head to. Is it alright if I keep chasing you like this? Is it alright if I tie myself to you? What happened to, “I will always be with you?” We’re such horrible liars. You see through each of my glass words and hold my head high; it makes me slip, trip, and sink a little deeper. Those white lies, or fibs as we call them, are causing my eyes to tear up. I’m a sick addict and it’s too late for denial. Oh how concentrical. You’re an angel, baby, and I’d tear off those wings if I thought that would keep you here. For now, I’ll keep believing those two words, though there’s no pain-free guarantee and they’ve never given me anything. For now, I’ll continue to wait in this cage for you and listen to what you say.

Trust me.

Rikki [not romance]

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If This Wasn’t So Melodramatic, It Would Be A Satire

Bloodshot Eyes & Silver Fingers

When you let go of your blasphemy, we started to shorten these steps. I’m waltzing across your computer screen in the form of tantalizing words. You fell in love with my big words leading elusive lives and my short, meaning-less words strung together. Those nails are silver like blades of ice, cutting my confidence to pieces and they stain my hands red with misunderstanding. I’m a mistress and whore wearing a facade of cocky words. We’re so similar, yet so out of step. I made your skin into a blanket because your whispers send shivers down my back. Even with your bloody corpse draped across me like a lover, I won’t become yours, will I? I obsess and undress as I sidle up to you.




In my crazy world of black sheep and thunder, you are the most beautiful and yet the most hideous. I folded cranes out of your crestfallen words and watched as they flew away. Always flying away, I’m your horror mixed with a romantic comedy; just add some drama to the mix. Two cups of sugar and three cups of ice, you’re hard liquor on the rocks, babe. It burns as it goes down, but I still crave for more. This is my sin, my taint.



Love, your euphemisms incinerate my tongue.



Rikki [not romance]

Bloodshot Eyes & Silver Fingers

We Were Naive And Naked, Dressed Only In Our Love For Each Other

I’m not a fan of your fallen angel words and the dead don’t deserve our pity. It’s disappointing how easily we change like how we shed our clothes and cross a new threshold. What a poor bulimic girl! I keep spitting out these words that I never meant to say to you. Oh, sorry to say that I lost my interest in you. Those pretty faces never last very long. You’re such a whore, but somehow it doesn’t bother me or my kiss-bruised lips. Excuse me, I guess I just lied to you again, but who ares if it’s a lie anymore. We’re so delusional from the caffeine and lust in our bloodstream.


Oh, sinner sinner! You’re gonna’ burn in hell, kid.


Heart kissed and sealed. I’m the little girl that used to vie for your attention, but we shed that skin a while ago. We littered the magazine covers with our harsh temptation. You’re such a bad liar; you’ll lose your tongue, kid. I wished for something without the courage and I guess I’m fine with that. You can despise me, but we’re meant for one another and this isn’t something you can escape. Keep searching for some support because I’m tired of your indecision. You’re burning up with the fever and I’m burning up all the beautiful words that are only ephemeral, melting all the broken mirrors.


You’ve been wearing that facade for far too long; it’s gotten old and started to crumble away. What was once steel is now just a paper mask filled with bullet-holes. You’re my target, darling, and I hate to tell you, but I never lose.I guess I’m just a bit too good for you. Take me like a pill, I’ll travel through your veins and take your pain away. Don’t betray me and I’ll keep you safe forever. I’m just a bit possessive, avaricious, and bitchy. However I’ve got enough love to fill your veins, arteries, and capillaries, babe.

Rikki [not romance]

We Were Naive And Naked, Dressed Only In Our Love For Each Other

This Iron Heart Is Rusting ‘Cause It’s Always Raining On Our Side Of The Street, Babe

I speak carefully in clichĂ©s and pretty words all strung together. These sinners are giving me a bad name; don’t think that I’m such a suck up. This mix of pain and pleasure is painting a black butterfly. You’ve fallen, oh poor lover boy, but don’t give up so easily. I saved up for fifteen years just to buy this hideousness. Will you give me a kiss sweet sixteen? Twisting your delicate words into harsh reality is my illustrious skill; it’ll drown you in my bleak, jaded reality. So brace yourself and take a few deep breaths; let out those moans you held in because I know I make you scream out.

This loser got nowhere with butterfly wings and melodies. You giggle with a sweet innocence that makes me want to leave a burn across your snow white skin. I’m the nouveau Satan, so will you get sinful with me? You should stop digging holes, ’cause they’re starting to look like graves, kid. This story should of been a tragedy, but with a dash of spice and little less sugar, we’ll make something repulsive. I’d be anything, say anything for you. It’s just gotten so fake from these glass masks. I’ll salute you, baby, for all the trouble you’ve given me.

My thoughts don’t organize, they just collect and overflow out into the airwaves. Speak a little mysterious, little Miss Wisteria. More effort doesn’t always yield better results; we’ve been “trying” at this for far too long. Still you push so hard for a miracle. You’re counting down on roll call intuitions. I’m out of graceful phrases.

Rikki [not romance]

This Iron Heart Is Rusting ‘Cause It’s Always Raining On Our Side Of The Street, Babe