I never usually 17

With the flowers on my new tea cups - I breathe the mint of fury onto my tongue, escaping the morning of broken lullabies and tormented mind -

let me burn with acetic acid and shattered satellite signals

I watch the love of my dreams

and pray for a stronger dream

grapefruit twists of love, and music to my ears

walk and talk

i pray he is not mad

i pray he gives me all i desire

like when lovers give each other everything

over fields of interlaced happiness

and when the end comes, before the start

and when the start comes before you ask

i know i ask a lot

i know i dont do a lot

it is all imabalanced

but my god, i pray you help me

please help me

for you are the only thing in my life

that could offer me this

i know i'm not a business woman

neither is this a good business offer

but i offer my begging desires that you help me

please god help me