lily jane

i was only nice to your face

but who finished first in the race?

it wasn’t me in bitterness

it was you, so pretty in your dress

i think back on days in the park

you picked up my peices

as i tore myself apart

chubby legs by the sea

and dinners with our families

a call away, a thrown stone

and letters when i stayed at home

mineral powder and hand-me-downs

california gurls from the crowd

before i painted my life in anon-grey

and pushed my real friends away

hateful words in jealously

when anger got the best of me

sideways glares for no good reason

didn’t know why i was leaving

i never threw another stone

never waved on the drive home

i was to blame for that sour end

(you became my ex-best friend)



your skin was like an open wound

when i knew you last

met you at 8 years old

but all we had was past

we bonded over bitchiness

and black mascara stains

through kisses on lips with older boys

and endless growing pains

i remember slapping you in the face

and you forgiving me

and when i say ‘slapping you in the face’

i mean, like, literally

you thought i was dumb and spoke too much

i thought you were a slut

our bitchiness made us friends

and made our deepest cuts

i didn’t say that i was leaving

i didn’t think you’d care

and then we never spoke again

left 8 years right there

i never saw your braces off

i never saw you cut your hair

i never saw find yourself

and i never thought I’d care



lily rose

you invited him into your room

ordinary afternoon

you fell into it and swimming’s nice

until the water turns to rice

and we never even saw you there

in your sexy underwear

so held together, advised us all

but just like us, you took the fall

under buttons, bit by strange teeth

your skin was warm and rare as meat

four summers on, you’re not in love

and i only see it now