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crouched in the darkened garage,
the sweet smoke invades my lungs -
We share the same scars,
thin, white slashes -
I am an addict.
I cannot go a day, a moment -
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I like to drink.
I have a job, a career, in fact. And used to be happily married. -
Carpe Noctum
says my sweet friend, -
My habits are constant:
I write -
The facade wearies me,
the action of keeping up appearances -
Red river
finally -
All the paths lead me nowhere.
I can’t find myself -
Bloody release
again. -
How many times
&n -
A.d.d.i.c.t.i.o.n
Is a word -
There is a man
and his family -
Seduce my heartbeat
into pumping sanguine existence27 lines, 8 comments, on Jul 12 2:58 PM 2008. In Bloodletting, Boyfriend Poetry -
Small hands,
tiny fingers rattle -
Steel seduction
leaves bloody kisses -
Silver steel
in shaking fingers, -
I don’t need you
anymore. -
A pretty girl,
wrapped in razor bones -
Watching a tiny cut
on my knee bleed -
My addictions
chip away at this careful façade, -
So easy
to forget the things18 lines, 3 comments, on Oct 14 12:10 AM 2008. In Eating Disorder, Personal -
She sings to me,
seducing me -
Life stings me
vicariously
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