Juniper Pearl

always there
in the back of your mind.
beating away at
your self-worth and
your height.
so small…
small.
who do you think
you are?
fuck you for thinking you could
be happy.

I really should let it go like you’ve let me go. But, my mind and soul are curious. Or perhaps they’re stupid, really. They need to accept reality and move on. Move on like you did to your imaginary life. An imaginary life that harms everyone around you…most of all yourself.

Live your little life, with almost everyone sick of your shit and you flitting through without a care in the world. Nothing is wrong, you’re always right. Always, even when you’re so wrong, your world threatens to come crashing down around you. It never does though, because there’s always some imbecile around you to prop it back up.

If you ever had to face the consequences of your actions, I might die from the shock. But, for now, you don’t…ever. Forever and ever ruining little lives with your selfishness.

I miss you, but you don’t care. You never do.

Why are you the way you are? Did you not get enough attention as a child? Too much attention? Going around being an absolute asshole is no way to endear yourself to everyone. What even happened? One day we’re all fine and the next afternoon…it’s like no one ever existed in your world. All of those years straight down the drain.

Well, tell you what, darling…you just go ahead and act this way. Keep up the good work. And when you’re sitting all alone with no one in your life, you just remember how you treated everyone.

You just remember.

day after day…
sitting and searching.
nothing comes my way.

if you have nothing constructive
to offer, please leave me
alone.

when will my 
time come.
things are getting slim.

something.
please help.
i need this.

Sitting in the dark
Wallowing in your own misery.
No one wants you.
Dirt on the floor,
That’s you.

Not for lack of trying.
Still no one wants you.
You’ve screwed me for the last
Time you speak out to no
One in particular.
No one’s listening.
You’re all alone.

That’s you…
Dirt on the floor.
And no one wants you.
Wallowing and sitting.
Take off that dress,
You look like an idiot.

You’ve been away for a month now and it’s free. Free from your negativity. Free from your hatred. Free from all of the other bullshit you spew and expect us all to agree on. Dictator of your own little world. We all broke free and you’re left sitting, wondering, the exact reason. “Is it because of this? Is it because of that?” No, no… look at little harder; perhaps in a mirror.

​We won’t see you later. It’s much better now. Maybe, perhaps, in the future when you learn how to behave like a civilized human being. Maybe, perhaps, in the future when certain people leave. But more than likely not because you were there long before and acting in your own drama then. 

We won’t see you later.

We’re busy.

I’ll warm up the car.