Monday, March 25, 2013

Not the savior

The toilet needed cleaning because dang it, it matters.
Plaid pants and striped slipper boots, because I want to.
Red lipstick with a hoodie seen by no one, but it's pretty to me.
Chopin and oils because, people, go run your own life.
The time, a clock that disappeared from my wall.
Stop apologizing because you aren't what people want.
So what? I like the perfume that smells funny.
Perfume never saved anybody, it never will.