Girl Walking Backwards

GIRL WALKING BACKWARDS

A broken forward button I click,
My personal remote on this life,
I guess I am just stuck here,
Destined to "Moo" with the horses.
Bottled up anxiety joins me in song,
kissing poetic tongues.
Where do black swans find passion?
By firmly believing love is forever.
During your birth, angels cried,
For one special eternal soul,
A celebrity in her own earthly birthright.
Cliches run track circles daily.
Losing my mind to temptation,
I breathe in flashbacks too numbing.
Im a writer, an artist, my pain is pleasure to others.
I consult my gossamer muse for any advice.
Im forevermore tantalized and addicted,
As I listen to the whisper of her sweet insantity,
For better, for worse, while life sucks.
Swallowing self doubt instantly,
Vomit back up selfish pride,
I am an ex-cutter proned to scarred angony,
Hope is all I do have left.
I unleash myself from misery untold.
The weapon of choice was illusion.