inspired by repvtations
one.
i dont know what love is to me
was it your slurs and bitter words?
was it the way you shoved me to the floor
just to watch someone else collapse?
was it the smile youd give me
before you shattered me to pieces?
was it the names you called me
as you fucked me over two times more?
or was it the one thing you've never felt
the one thing i simply couldnt give
- love to me
two.
scratches and marks
and empty vodka
bruises on necks
in the shape of fists
crying on the floor
in a dirty rag dress
words like gunshots
and walking out the door
- goodbye
three.
"remember when we-"
(shut up)
"what if i tell them-"
(shut up)
"i know that you-"
(SHUT UP)
dont you dare spill my guts on the table
my mistakes are not yours to tell
- even if they were yours too
four.
cigarettes dont taste nice
when they stick to your tongue
the tar already glued to your lungs
and the ash settled on your shirt
and when we kissed under the willow tree
when your bitter smoke mixed with my sugarcube smile
and the vodka bottles stacked up around us
my honeysuckle laugh turned sour
no one likes the taste of lemons and cigarettes
and theres only so long you can last with acid in your heart
even your stomach can kill itself
why shouldnt i?
- the taste of you and me
five.
maybe caffiene was my poison
and the feeling of fake energy
to chase away the tired bones
of forgetting to sleep for a week
but you picked your poison
and it wasnt nearly as pretty
your poison was laying slaps on
the faces of pretty girls like me
- pick your poison
♧♣♧
these are awful but cut me some slack okay im tired and wanted to update
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