Fresh mouth, Pretty teeth

Pretty teeth

Keep them clean 

Pretty smile 

Pretty things

Behind a pretty smile

Beautiful Mind

Behind it all

a bunch of lies

I lie to myself all the time

When I say it's okay

Okay is a word that puts a bandaid on 

the feelings that resurface 

on the surface

my face still beams with lights so bright they blind

behind the fade

a fist that punches and kicks 

like boots made for steel

ready to fight at mercy's will

I will fight back tears

I will fight back black tears

my white tears

my colored tears

my water is mine

I get to keep my water

after you have taken my love 

taken my vulnerability 

taken the best in me and left me with lackluster looks

I get to keep my water

I will keep my water

To drink the salt of my wounds

To drink the fresh of my tongue

To wash my hole

To wash my holes 

because when you testify to say I'm insane

when you tell them about the crazy girl you laid with

you will be sure to leave out the man that laid with her and the boy that got up

and the crazy girl that bathe you with her eyes and the woman who had to learn to cry 

but belove that is the last time

the last time the crazy girl will ever have water to bathe you in her eyes

because women learn to stop crying.

Fresh Mouth

Pretty teeth

She will learn to smile

Smile brighter than the UV receptors of your eyes will allow

Don't wonder why 

just remember your lie

remember when she gave you love and you threw it back at her

remember when she gave you everything you asked for 

and you whispered she wasn't enough

remember you didn't think the woman wouldn't need you 

and that's why the girl is crazy because she showed you the difference between a want and a need

and didn't know the difference had such a difference between
Something like subtraction of dislike
addition of delicious
like old DKNY
still growing in fumes 

Do you remember the smell of those apples?
Do you remember the young girls that love them too?
Queen oh how I love that perfume.
Strong and bossy just like the shell I was used to
I recently found a new mix
so I ain't gotta hide my natural elements
I'm saving it for a nose still forming
I know he will need no warning
Just a smile
and for me to testify
that crazy pussy never miss
from
fun
to spiritual
to nasty
to just physical
changing like his mood ring
pick a mood you wanna be in
I'll match you
It's a matchup
Discovering all the things
he was too nervous to try
or say he like
He can wear the mask
and decide what face he like
Churro lipstick
for my sugar kisses
Sour Straws when his attitude grinning
first, one to nap is cooking dinner
or take no pussy at all
I'll keep on my draws and you can spill it all
Ask me questions about the words on my walls
I'll show you my thirst
For a beautiful world
for beautiful people
To hide
and still, be a hero
A zero
and then some
I'll even give you room to run
Fresh Mouth
Pretty teeth
Food coloring
in a lot of things
but I'll use my words to color along with your grey
making something new
everyday
Crazy Puussaayy
Crazy as eating a cry baby
but ain't nobody throw the gum away
until it loses it tastes
Taste
the sensation of flavor perceived in the mouth and throat on contact with a substance
Taste
a brief experience of something, conveying its basic character.
Both definitions
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