She said the stars were falling
but she was unsure
of how long it would take.

(She was one of those girls,
forgetting the most important details,
unable to grasp the depth
of the problem.)

And maybe somewhere
(deep inside),
she was JEALOUS of
all those girls with their
razor-head boyfriends
(who threw up to be rockstars).


  She painted her fingernails YELLOW,
  inhaling the fragrance of
  peach liquor and a hint of sweat.

He said he watched her
through the window
(which was her favorite window),
where he seduced her because
he knew she was weak.

  She had promised the month of May:
  she'd given up his high,
  she'd forgotten, and gotten over those withdrawls
  (and she wasn't lonely).

What May didn't know
was that she'd surrender her integrity
(any day),
for one last taste
of that addiction.

But she never even realized,
  she could never
  keep a secret from May
  (forever).