Don'T Make Me Laugh, Girl

Hey girl I bet you don’t know that I’m laughing Because you are SO worried about me You are SO anxious about the curve of my jaw And the shine on my mouth as though the glint might hit “something” And knock it over … “Something” precious to you But girl, never mind it You’ll never have to mind Because I am both the fool’s gold And the fool I am the terminal story I am the grey skyline My feet are always blistered and red I am always tight-roping a sharp fence I’m always on the edge And no matter where I stop There’s a drop on either side So don’t worry, girl I can assure you I will fall Don’t worry, I have always known My destination Is a skinned knee a caved in roof the back of a river rock Like garbage, Forever caught Don’t worry, girl My hair is not a decoration But a downfall Girl, I cry more often than you probably thought possible You don’t have to push me I’m pretty much always ready to move My splintered fingers no longer wince When picking up the broken pieces Of my broken heart This is what I do... So don’t you dare Make me laugh…