10-2-17
Drowning in river bends
Across your skin.
Downing and ducking
Between the turns
Feeling the rushes and the rapids,
Seal it like secrets.
Drink it for the death
Knocking on the door
While the signs still glow past 3.
Thousand questions
Got ice edged out and sharp
Curling towards my pupils.
Colors get darker,
You said you didn't mind.
Accept the facts like gravity,
And I step down a hallway where I find
You with this winter I keep,
And you're already looking at me
And I wonder if you'd be mine.
Beneath the rain,
It's still February.
Cum and vape at the back of my throat,
Rough sex for the neighbors,
But nothing holds my breath like the air of you,
Filling out temperatures without a touch.
Energy lies just between the film
That separates us.
Sky and the sea,
But I've got you inside me
I'm wet like the rain.
You filled the glass but liquid evaporates
Couldn't cover it,
Cover tracks from the mess we've made,
Still sad and blue like ocean tides,
I couldn't find,
Find out where we hide.
Look what nothing did,
I love the shit,
How empty it's going down,
Getting bitter now, back to the months
Of cold sacrifice.
Haven't got the common sense to put you down,
But I promise I still love it,
Should have lied better,
But we knew that this was coming,
Distance got us running
(I love to watch you chase me)
Like a fucking faucet
Missed messages even though I got em
He knows the swings but never where I'm falling,
What a vital sign,
Scraping low on my vital signs-
I love you, hear the angels calling,
Empty stadiums and the echoes.
Took a vial with me of river water
Not enough to drown,
Maybe that's my problem.
God, how good it is
But god, how bad I've always been.
Couldn't kill myself with it
Couldn't call it love.
But how it chokes me to deny you of it,
But how it suffocates me and shreds my stomach lining,
How I push and pull and reserve and watch
And every glimpse lies in the deep,
Where true colors bleed,
Roll like smoke.
You're mine,
But no.
I'm yours-
Pinned to a cross,
You've got me where you need me,
It's not me to be needing,
But holy fuck,
What a good downfall.
My exception
Got so good,
So sharp,
That I paced it out
Like fine wine-
I don't drink to get drunk,
I drink to enjoy,
But I always go overboard,
And it's always worth it.
- (m.m)
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Self Deception
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