sit.

be still.

act sweet.

say something!

no...

not that.

say the right thing.

with the right words.

the kind that don't sound hollow or practiced...

you know what an apology is...don't you?

so please...

be still.

say your lines.

the kinds that cross my mind from time to time.

the kind of girl that i could take home to mother.

the kind of words that kind of girl could speak.

a little less color.

a little less metal.

no candy coated silver appendages.

soft.

softer.

softest.

where is the girl i thought i met?

because your eyes are black and your smile is stale.

the cigarettes and booze are like a cocoon.

only this time a butterfly goes in...

but a worm comes out.

long and green.

wiggling and writhing in it's own skin.

no wings to take flight.

no silk. no pollen. no light.

not to be displayed with a pin, or under glass.

just something else.

something undesirable.

so say the right words.

the right thing.

make it pretty.

write it down on a scroll tied with a ribbon.

present it to everyone.

because what's real and true can't go back into a cocoon.

what's done is done tiny lover.