he told me i write weird 

that i am weird. 

the posters in my highschool hallways told me weird was kool. 

its hip to be square. like that song.

im a weird girl a weird weird strange girl. 

but not strange, because strange is hot.

strange is innocent, and hot and different, and sexy.

weird is gross, and weird. 

he said im a bit odd.

am i an oddity? for his consumption. 

lying flat on my back on the shelves of my life.

waiting waiting for a strange boy to blow some dust away from my own eyes.

not a weird boy.

im just as cruel as everyone else. 

theres only so much room in the world for weird weird weird.

but you have to at least be strange if youre weird. 

you cant be just weird.