love and pain taste the same mixed with liquor.
two shots. blue dust on the table, she calls herself a fairy cuz
each line is a feather added to her wings,
she tells you that you can fly too just believe -
faith, trust, and crystal dust to numb the pain,
he lost his lover playing games, and not the kind with a joystick
just the kind with that other bitch on his joystick
the kind with bullet shells on the floor and body bags
and no respawn when the streets decide it's game over,
when the streets take you like they took her baby boy,
like he took me behind the dumpster, told me be quiet
slapped me for crying, he left more than bruises
and took more than my womb, he took my light
darkness swaddled me up so long, she craved warmth
like i crave sunlight, my sunshine asks why i stare
i craved a bottle, i crave a heavy hand, i crave
blood drops on hand-me-down shirts and
the taste of something more,
i'm too scared to tell him the reason behind the haze
looking to him with eyes already glazed,
three lines still staring up at me but i crossed them.
same as how you crossed your heart when you swore -
i wouldn't get hurt.
