Behind the Sharp Turns

Whenever I pass by the mirror I wish they could see beyond the Chemical reactions of optical Illusions, reversing all images Back and forwards Mazes through technical spins Behind the Sharp Turns There is something unexpected Out of corners of corneas Pupils dilating after an intellectual Rollercoaster thrown through time Sideways turns and flipping into A distortion of who I really am I’m beautiful I’m beautiful With a battle worn scowl Mean-muggin’ my way through crowds You don’t know me Scars are erased off my face Closing off the portals to the bigger wounds Inside, excess emotional propellers Still still still pumpin pumpin broken hearts with each revolution Bleeding onto memories scented With disaster and ill managed luck My soul is messy baby i'll mess you up Pen stained soul and fire element essence fades on with Each flip of the switch Each turn of the hand Each and everytime You find out the Devil can Slow Dance I’m such a bad girl Breathing air of sulfur and grief Inside lungs who repent Having met me I’m sorry I’m sorry! For igniting that burning sensation That you cannot seem to kiss away Once the caress of reason slides from my fingertips Onto your back and such smoldering whispers echoes through ears The mirror breaks