I am (not really)

I am the light bulb that dies too soon

I am that button that falls off your favorite sweater

I am that garden hose

I always fall short.

I am that dress that doesn’t fit

I am that hip that pops a stitch

I am that mirror that calls you fat

I don’t care about your feelings.

I am that ice cube you accidently swallow

I am that guard that pulls your gallows

Plunging you to your dreams.

I call myself your best friend

I will never be there for you.

Stupid Dress

Silver silk skims the sky seeping in her eyes.

The stitches full of many riches

Fill her faithful heart with fetal lies.

Fairies fit those tiny shiny britches

They hooked her hopes with hurtful hype

She makes a theory that makes her weary

This delightful dress dreadfully not her type

The zip rips she’s gained a size or two clearly

This rain of pain could leave a stain

The one thing good was where she stood

Her mother fixed that pain with shopping rain

Buying a dress that solved what nothing could

But finding a color that she liked?

That’s a good one hahaha sike!