In the Fashion by AtemHalt published on 2013/03/02 01:27:24 +0000 Watch me watch, you tease. Watch me watch you bleed. I was done before you even hit the floor, pariah of the dance hall. I spent a few cheap words just to hear you slur and stumble off to last call. Your bete noire gets down. You get him off; I'm getting out. Must be you're giving him a better chance than me. This is the new contempt, how I'd hate to be him. His hands on your ass—well... this might be jealousy. And when the lights go down, and when our eyes don't meet, then, I can still tell myself this doesn't mean anything. Watch me watch you. Vows whispered to your knees, fluorescent lies, porcelain teeth, this flickering chapel pushes in, wall to sick green wall. This ringing in my ears echoes from fractured mirrors, and I can't help but watch as your gentleman calls. And calls. And calls. Shout like the whole world is listening. Dance like you're everyone's star. Smile like you're somebody's somebody. Pretend like you know where you are.