No One Tells Little Girls...

Sitting here...

what's one more night alone and on my own?

wrap broken wings around myself

sitting unwanted and saved upon the shelf.

No one tells little girls that love hurts so goddamn bad

no one tells little girls how boys with big brown eyes will rip your heart out

and dance upon your soul

holding to themselves that which could make you whole.

No one tells little girls that the boy with the beautiful eyes will feed you to his demons

leaving you with neither rhyme nor reason.

No one tells little girls what it's going to be like to be a junkyard dog covered in scars

in a world which values beauty and nice cars.

No one tells little girls that fairy tales die

and that maybe forever, always, and everything is a lie.

No one tells little girls that love will break them

that the boys with beautiful brown eyes will always be searching for something else

that the broken toys, the girls with all the scars, will never live up to the fancy cars

that love is a goddamned war

and her heart will be a traitorous fucking whore

that they'll always be too much and never enough.

No one tells little girls

that they will hand that beautiful brown eyed boy their heart on a platter

and watch it be sliced into pieces and fed to the demons

that love completely lacks in rhyme and reason.

Why doesn't anyone tell little girls that their hearts are going to be battlegrounds

fighting an eternal war when that beautiful boy doesn't come around

that no one will hear the sound

as they wrap broken dreams around themselves like wings

forever waiting for some beautiful brown eyed boy to come around?

Why don't we tell little girls that those gorgeous fucking boys with big brown eyes

who smell like smoke and taste like hope,

who dance through their dreams and change their perception of reality,

are going to make their souls bleed with need?

No one told me

that the girl I'd become would be a junkyard dog

in a world full of purebreds

waiting by the side of some gorgeous brown eyed boys bed

needing to feed a hunger that cannot be fed.

No one told me that love could be so all goddamned consuming

that I'd spend so many nights alone on my knees

knowing that I was not the one chosen to please.

No one tells little girls

that those divinely delicious boys with big brown eyes

who taste like hope and smell like smoke

will have them crawling endlessly to feed a need sated by others

and goddamn the mothers

who don't tell little girls

that they love only at their own peril.

My father knew

that I would be a junkyard dog with the heart of a whore,

little more than a casualty in loves fucked up war.

But he thought that I would inspire

lift somebody in this world up a little bit higher...

The truth is darlin, 

that I'm just a girl who dared to love as a junkyard dog does

but nobody wants to live and love in a junkyard of broken cars

that an aging little girl covered in scars, who cares not for fancy cars...

She's a dream unseen, some other kind of being

who will never belong, cursed to always long

for boys with big brown eyes

who smell like smoke

and taste like hope

but really, those beautiful brown eyed fucking boys are just the hanging rope.