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Hands blue,
Hair falls like water,
Over your left eye-
Pretty and so so dead.
Didn't think an orange complex
Wouldn't be simple,
History in the dirt.
Waiting,
We pass time and
We drag palms,
Letting these stories
Ring over and over,
Like commitment.
No red and blue here,
Not tonight.
Watch their eyes reflect my light,
And in my head I know
I'm sublime,
But they don't absorb the pigment.
Watch a junkie boy
Nod heads
Like he nods off,
And they think they've understood it,
They think they could study
For me
Before I put them to the test.
Headfirst,
I swallow it all.
/you wanted this,
You cant fucking be scared,
You been tying your stomach
In knots,
Like fingers,
Over shit you couldn't control.
Just think,
If you drive outta this city
With the shit,
It's gonna pay off.
You have rationality,
Because abuse never paid off./
Or will it?
He talks of consideration,
I lay in the backseat
With bills in my jeans,
And heat in my tongue.
If I were gone like you
(the one I still see in my dreams,
Painting pictures of bedrooms
And hotel rooms,
And I've died, too, you know,
But i only felt it,
And I hope you were fentanyl floating,
While it racked your skull),
It wouldn't be good that I'd want to fulfill-
There's so much bad left to do,
So much love yet to give,
Scenes set to see.
I fall asleep to noise,
Wake up in denial,
We watch the sun rise through
The window light,
And I think I've done good.
I'm the wrongest of ways.
⁃ (m.m)
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Self Deception
PoetryPoetry 2017 And if I burn out in a fit of psychosis, remember me as a young god, with that smile made of daggers, even if I was the most dangerous thing you could've touched. Perhaps all that danger comes from the multiple personalities, but all I...
