Remember Suicide Blonde

Remember Suicide Blonde,
Is she real or just the mythology of a woman
A disintegrating construct of conformist ideals,
Twisted hairstyle, ripped stockings, ruffled skirt,

You didn't seek to demean sexuality or femininity,
Just to look for depth and meaning in life and death,
You enjoyed stimulating conversations over poetry,
Philosophical thoughts on identity and hope,
Did you lose your mind years ago ?
Does she have to exist to keep the glue of your sanity stick,
She listened to your worries and guided you through dark times

Remember Suicide Blonde,
Is she real or just the mythology of a woman,
Perhaps you wanted to walk like her and talk like her,
To define yourself in weird ones that you loved about her,
Do you want to accept loneliness as an option?
Or break free and see the dawn of change and a future,

Still its okay to be a little crazy.