Pretend Broken Heart

Summer, Drugs and Flesh. It's like a gay daydream.

Real words to mend a pretend broken heart.


your fingers felt just right inbetween mine.
next time please don't,
not if you don't really mean it.
i stuck my scribbled hopes, with drawing pins, on your dartboard heart.
darts, i need to fall in love with a man who likes watching the darts.
simple, like.
artists have a history of breaking things.
i sang to myself, sweeping up my love crumbs in the yellow light.
don't wana lie alone.
a million of his faces paper macheed over the world.
japan and argentina peeking through cracks in his smile.
she's beautiful. lucky her.
banned are mascara cheek rivers.
sellotape yourself smile.

On this map of the world, you are only the length of my finger away.
I could climb up the knuckle, navigate the freckles,
slide across the red lake of polished nail.
and when i got there, you'd only be standing next to her anyway.
hand on her waist. fuck, she's pretty!
get out.
and then he said i was creeeeepy. i let everything out, that's all.
ev-ry-thing.
selloptape it shut, hide your love away.
don't even speak it in secret.
she said i should fall in love with him instead.
i said 'allow'. not after the creepy comment.
i wonder. if, maybe. everyone's wrong
and love isn't even the answer at all. it's probably something like surgery.