god it's good
to feel the burn in your lungs after your third cigarette
to feel the scrapes and cuts on your knees
to feel your eyes stinging again
you know,
i can't be too sure about anything else than that you looked at me
did you recognize this shell of a dead man?
a man emptier than my stomach and fragile as paper
(though paper will cut you deep if you handle it wrong and so will i)
it's kinda fucked up when looking in a mirror fucks you up
the realization of not knowing if this face is mine
and not remembering the color of my own eyes
don't know who you are?
smash the mirror and it won't matter
i promise to kiss your glass-sharp bloody knuckles after
say if it hurts too much but don't ask me to quit
the pain is tolerable enough to enjoy for a bit
reflecting pieces in the sink won't make up a clear picture
and thank god for that,
cause a heart and a brain will never match
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morning musings
Poetry❝a beautiful girl with gorgeous eyes, but a hidden world of hurt and lies.❞ a collection of short poems and quotes. morning thoughts ✨ #11 in poetry [18/02/18]