Blood Princess

I am infinitely complex I am the darkness and the light I am the soft feels and the bumps in the night

I’m down-to-earth sneakers Curves in comfortable jeans And tight little skirts in high heels Black tights with red seams

I’m art and I’m music An easy sensual flow I’m more than a handful Only one way to know

I’m books and I’m poetry And lines that stay stuck I’m tabloids and paparazzi At times don’t give a fuck

I’m crystal clear clarity I’m smoke, just a ruse I’m sticks and I’m stones And I can’t stand to lose

I’m down home good cooking And drive-thru burger and fries I’m sometimes a neat freak But usually a hoarder who tries

What do you think about when you’re alone? Do you still think about your hair? Or what you wore today? Do you think about a joke you told? Or something your boss said to you? Do you think about your food regrets? Or your nail polish that’s chipped? Do you think about cleaning your room? Or your car? Your dishes? Or your mind? I think about being alone The act, the implications, the feeling I think about my own death The quiet, the peace, the permanence I think about Heaven and the sky How I’m small when they’re so big I think about empty stomachs And those with no home to be alone in I think about being trapped And my voice being taken away I think about having different parents Ones that I might not want to call I think about being a different color One that’s a bit more forgiving I think about falling in love With someone I already know Or with someone I’ve yet to meet I think about happiness the most About what it might feel like If I were ever to experience it But I also think about never having it Unless the world can have it first