flatten the atmosphere

flatten the atmosphere
and we'll try and fill the spaces in between
you're not who I thought you were

your words stick in my memory
so hard to swallow
when you're lynching my breathe
in marijuana paranoia

I slid into the sarcastic night
like skinny dipping in the rain
easily and with a smile
while you reeked of insecurity
as my clenched fist playfully connected
with a pretty player’s face

I'm adrift in your haze reddened eyes
a crimson women at some moralistic low
when I thought you knew me better
than to believe I'd have a wondering tongue
slipping into some man's mouth
who doesn't want you anyway

give me a woman to kiss
a puff puff pass
and a star lit night
egged on by a man with a threesome dream
that's the real me
making out with a straight women
with soft lips and an ashen tongue
none of those boys where getting further
then a kiss on my cheek
and my hand in their face
with a witty quip before I disappeared
to tease someone else

it's not my fault everyone
loves a bitch
you never believed me when I said
you were too nice

in the thin atmosphere of words forgotten
in the morning light
I won't forget your wayward verbal slaps
about my crimson soul
that never let his lips touch mine
'cause I know better darlin'
than to let a man get in the way
I wish you could say the same

-Eve-