I don't care for you right now
I'm over my head trying to save the world
"I think you've gone mad
never seen so much coke in a bathroom before
but I think I love you after all"
I'll write about our encounter and I'll write about your family
every word and secret-spilling out at the parties
I'm sorry for it,
I think my brain is dysfunctional when it comes to caring
I'm to busy imagining a world where I'm not living in it,
"and I think your nose is proper fucked up,
your bleeding at the edges
you don't count none of your blessings,
but I love you after all"
oh, would you just leave me
I think I have a knife under my skirt and I've always found your back alarmingly pretty
and I hate what you've made me do
look in the mirror and wipe my nose
yet you still love me after all,
I'd like someday for you to meet my brain
but I lost somewhere in my drawers, buried underneath my gasoline
a bit of blow for my undertones-
"But I'd still love you after all"
YOU ARE READING
FACELESS
Non-FictionCome along and live many lives. The Faceless have laid their secrets just for you; their stories and conversations filled with life drip from the pages; guard this book close to your heart, for your secrets might be on it too.
