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she is everything you have seen in the movies crayola hair velvet dress sugar in her veins tears glued to her face she fingerpaints the kitchen walls like a little girl and tapes their polaroids to every surface he is every music video you've memorized always humming something sweet he lights all her cigarettes writes her into little love songs that she never listens to wakes up and watches the sun singe the grass she is always dancing swallows bubblegum for breakfast flashes pearly whites with a sharp glare they are always going somewhere always the first to get drunk and the last to get home she lets him to all the driving pushes him to speed up to run the reds to trust himself to risk it all he finishes her sentences and she finishes his cigarettes dying is only glamorous when it belongs to her he says she is so bright he is scared he will burn her out she giggles and giggles and giggles and cries she throws away the self help books, the anti-depressants, the love letters from all the boys before they sit across from each other on his neon leather couch stare at each other for hours no words just silly faces they giggle and giggle and giggle until it hurts and when they scream the ceiling bleeds he punches holes in the walls she shatters all the picture frames all the furniture left limp and battered echoes bouncing back and forth between cracked walls paper dolls losing balance paper house burnt down before he knows it he is finding glitter underneath his fingernails behind his knee's caught in his teeth she wakes up with lyrics scribbled on the bottoms of her feet the windows are always open her hair always twirling in the wind pretty little pills paint all of the counter tops empty bottles sitting like molding vases and before they know it the manic pixie dream girl and the manic pixie dream boy are intertwined all desperate and dreamlike they've switched bones and playlists and fur coats they crash into the room like supernova's the carpet dyes itself red underneath their feet and everyone stares she drowns in his drunken paradise chokes down his charisma coughs up stardust and suddenly she's bored ties a knot around her neck with the tape from his cassettes she wants the one she can't have and it's driven her mad its all over all over all over and she's gone a heart-wrenching holograph that will never dance again every girl he meets will resemble her less and less and he's alone paper boy paper home up in flames glitter and smoke

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 1/13/2019 8:43:00 AM
Wise young words indeed.
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Date: 1/4/2019 4:36:00 AM
Wonderful descriptions here, "crayola hair" and the like. Very intense throughout only to burn up at the end. Great poem, thanks for sharing.
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Date: 1/3/2019 7:57:00 PM
Wow, Stella, quite impressive! Welcome to PS! ...Kim
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Date: 12/31/2018 8:16:00 AM
I came back to say that my previous comment is about your inner strength that you have developed to cope with what you are painfully going through. Give yourself plenty of time...it's taken me decades to get out of the abyss, and I having gone through half of what you have! Music, art, reading, dancing, were healthy "escapes." Self help? Good for you! Shame and guilt don't validate. You already believe in yourself! Take it easy, ok? As Caren says, never stop writing! Warm regards, Aqua M.
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Date: 12/31/2018 3:21:00 AM
A brave expose of oneself. Art in any form is an outlet for very intense emotions. You have Huge Courage!
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Date: 12/29/2018 2:52:00 PM
Wow! Visual, aesthetic and ironic. Bravo Stella, bravo.
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Date: 12/26/2018 12:12:00 PM
Stella, never stop writing. Some of us do it because we are in a frenzy about it, and I sense this is part of why you do it. I do it because it is therapeutic and releases my rage. It really does calm me, and I am sensing maybe it helps you in this way also. Anyway, you have some mighty strong feelings inside, and this is a wonderful way to release them and help us to see things through your eyes. And may be helping you also. A FAV for me.
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Date: 12/21/2018 7:54:00 PM
Enjoying your work. Very creative. Great pen.
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Date: 12/20/2018 5:15:00 PM
Hello Helly, nice to meet you. You have created a poem with a story line and action. This makes this poem aasome!Have a nice day my friend. Nice to meet you. merry Christmas and a happy new year.
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Date: 12/20/2018 4:12:00 PM
YOur hella talented, young girl topical, smart and pure I like it very very :) It feels like the poem tumbled out of you like you couldn't stop it, like your fingers and brain where on fire, your heart and desire palpable I would encourage you to review your poem carefully on 2 fronts Length While there's nothing wrong with writing a long poem but ask your self if your going over the same ground repeatedly Maybe you've got 2 or more poems there? The other thing is while your word choices are good you might use metaphor and symbolism to impact the reader Having said that I believe in you Wonderful and I don't say that lightly ;)
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