my wits

my hands make a stance on my hips
my lips
drip with the sound of knowing
my heart's showing
out the bottom of my dress
and yes,
i'm not even wearing one
i may sound fun
but i'm a mess you bet on
then you spit on
then you put your game face on
and you battle my wits
the bits
of wisdom you admit
my light, lit?
who's it?
not me..
i see more than you even ignore
i fell so far
i am no star
not yet
but don't place no bets
i'll make you crazy
i have i do i will and you
i will always come through
for
never think i am not her in your
search for the
obvious
truth
i hope you find me worth what i am
cuz i am so
much
more
than what you came for
i snore,
i make
beautiful everything out of anything you need,
and i
bleed