visceral space brews moonlit pain
back check on the scars that you've left
on the taste of the alcohol on your breath
the taste i never knew, but won't erase
they say i'm carved out of stone
romantic soprano
poet in a grocery store (romance)
all the words i know, but it ends the same
7-11 sounds more like sleep to me
maybe if you reach far ways
i'll let go of the scrutiny
sync into me
my words were the key
now they're the cage
trapped inside of me
whathappenswhenthecreaturesupersedesitsmaster
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to me, this is that 2am drive back where i don't even want to go 70mph because i feel like:
ReplyDeletei'mgonnadie i'mgonnadie i'm going to die
after a day i should've never lived.
feels like that moment at closing time when you wish you were a drunk, spinning with false courage and intoxicated on the night, kissing the corner of an unfamiliar mouth just because you can...
ReplyDelete...and realizing you'll never be that guy, that girl, that person, and staring into the starlit sky instead, waiting for an answer, praying for a reason.
a reason that never comes- or at least isn't understood.
ReplyDeletejust trying to escape from reality and face away after hearing or reading that the worst possible scenario has occurred. i don't like it when my heart sinks cause i don't want to be pulled down to earth for a single second. i'm far too starry-eyed. besides, you know nothing's alright when someone begins a conversation with "i need to talk to you..."