Hooligan

i knew you were a vandal when i saw you i knew you would rip out my lungs and my heart like wrapping paper off a present here i am, packaged & pretty, wrapped with a bow and there you are, with avid and hungry eyes, ready to claw me apart break me, destroy me, ravage me shatter me, smash me shards of broken glass across the floor watch your feet funny how such a tiny sliver can make you bleed funny how a sliver can make you scream make you writhe & cry but it’s always the little things that destroy us the most it’s always the little things that push us into the vast cavern of insanity it’s always the little things that drown us as i drown myself in tears & alcohol & sadness i’ve always been one for self-destruction and you’re just an assistant in the act a partner in crime, plotting my own demise lock me away put me behind prison bars instead of behind bar counters i should be thinking about my crime, not drinking to pass the time i’m a candy-colored poison pretty at a glance, deadly on a chance i dare you to take a sip taste my angst, my brokenness, my anger let my pain kill you, let it close up your throat & tear you apart because guys like you will always believe in love at first sight; they’ll take one look at something beautiful and be consumed with it, and girls like me will always believe in it trust every twisted word, the ‘i love you’ and the ‘i promise you’ and the ‘i would never do that to you’ i’m a blank wall, a vacant space empty and bare and you, a reckless hooligan have covered me in your graffiti -e.g.