The Other Woman

The other woman who keeps you occupied
time tearing off your nails
I stole a drink, a starry ceiling was our witness
a wink and conversation that makes me think
the other woman is there to give you all the missing pieces the puzzle didn't come with
you can't return
the other woman
scribbling in the blanks with meanings
adjectives and needs I never knew you could fill, wanted that kind of complication
Go on and dance with her and take her home and love her
cause your complaints are only as real
as the king cursing his dull coins
And arrows will never pierce such a greedy heart
for I should have realized I was the other woman from the start.

No Space For Me

"You don't seem like the typical LA girl..." You're words run over and over in my head.

Were they foreshadowing the night to come when I walked into your stank ass, aged-bong water-smelling room, a house cluttered and dangling with everything thats ever caught your eye

and did not roll my eyes, kept my mouth shut.

Stayed and watched customers buy your dreams, colorful names and prices written in dry erase purchased the Samurai swords above them, the rarest, flesh faced puffer below. All your things begin to distract me.

But I laughed my way through the crowded, pungent, unfamilar surroundings

Wondering what the typical LA girl would have done