6-26-17
Collarbones like limbs beneath sheets,
I'm a romantic.
Fingertips like star dipped branches.
Eyes like fire,
Faded faded faded.
Alleyways pull, the bottle in my hand
Needs a magnet.
My eyes talk with the oceans still
(My excess of habit never dies),
The words we skip, that stay in your jeans,
Need to have it.
If cursed souls go to the water when they die,
We're dead at the peaks-
Statistics of a waste,
Statistics of further days.
Roads in rearview
Like we drive on tracks
Looped in your front seat
As we drive with the shadows.
Sway with these demons-
After all,
There's a chance they're not real.
You're a kind of euphoria
That gets people killed.
But I'm ready,
If you are.
You know,
It's not an easy road back,
Once I'm gone,
Lately.
I change too quickly to repeat atmospheres.
You've got me feeling like art
When I'm pinned up against the brick,
And I think I've dreamt of you,
Something to swim in my stomach lining,
But teach me to fly.
Soon enough,
My hand drags the railing up the fire escape,
But you're the only one getting any higher.
Headfirst into the emergency,
You'll never change.
So I follow,
But half of me makes a grave in the pavement.
Cold mornings,
And my shoulders have spirits
Hanging above them like chandeliers
So all I hear is clinking-
I'll follow the liquor till it walks me out.
When it's all you see, tell me what there is to believe.
When it's all over anyways, tell me who's there to fight.
It's a crash course, don't tell me you read course before the crash.
Set me up for failure
Like we've never met-
The candles between will burn us
So I'll sip till I don't feel a thing.
Failure has nice eyes,
Black and empty,
Corpses like smoke in the water.
Guess I could relate,
Maybe you did good.
Wishing alleyways never ended,
I lost my shit to a ceiling fan
And checkered tiles.
Wishing I was afraid to be alone,
So I didn't end up here.
Wishing you weren't high enough to hit heaven,
And I wasn't low enough to fight the devil
With every ounce of pride in my ribcage.
Wishing I could save,
But how do I save,
When I'm something incapable of being saved?
Wishing I could've loved a little sweeter,
But I'm bound to burn you like bible pages,
Because nobody taught me how to love,
Nobody showed me how to trust.
They taught me to lie,
Taught me to hate,
Taught me to worry about myself,
So it didn't matter who I hurt.
Or maybe I've been taking lessons from myself like stolen pills.
When was the last time somebody cared to teach me shit?
Look left,
I watch you talk about your life,
Your petty fucking worthless life,
And I realize I shouldn't have been in an alleyway in the first place.
Keep driving,
I'll get my shit together.
- (m.m)
Idk this is probably shit.
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