BALLAD Poem: Hollywood Forever Cemetery, by Eva Iris

I’m starting to understand the hitchhikers,
The restless youth,
The Romeos and the Juliets, the ones
with the daggers in their hearts.
I’m starting to think I’m destined to a life of
Fairweather friends,
And broken amends,
And rendezvous in my mind.
I went to Joshua Tree, and the healing vortexes of Sedona.
I went to New York city, bathed in the waters of Arizona.
I’m starting to wish I hadn’t given up ballet,
and wish I had kissed you while I could have,
and played with dolls when my sister wanted to.
But it doesn’t matter much, does it?
I am chained to you, chained to this,
chained to the ghost whose flesh everyone else can see,
the one that listens to the Velvet underground and says he
doesn’t believe in any God other than punk rock.
I’m chained to my boyfriend, the imaginary one,
who lives in a cloud in the sky.
I’m chained to the make believe entity in my mind,
handcuffs made of French braids woven by fairies
and demons that I can’t escape.
And I’m chained to you, City of Angels
Oh, how I love you,
Oh, how I loathe you.
Gas station blues, and seasons confused,
Strip malls and dying stars.
No matter how many times I try to leave,
I wind up here,
Criss cross applesauce in the
Hollywood Forever cemetery,
My drugstore mascara falling out of my eyelids,
runs in my tights and nothing but me and my
t h o u g h t s.

Girlhood is like that I suppose.
Feeling like nothing and everything at the same time.
A knife that twists in your stomach,
And the poetry that will stop you from bleeding out.

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