When the substances are never halting,
and we're fucked out of our mind,
will you lay in our bed [our prison] and promise
that I will always be your favorite kind?
Because with every letter that I wrote to you
I saved a special verse.
It's filled with all my sacrifice;
I swear I'll give you this.
I swear I'll throw it in your face.
White-knuckled fists are haunting.
Truth is hidden in my words.
There was a message that you never noticed
about a love that killed us all.
I knew you wouldn't read between the lines.
And do you care if I sleep here
tonight? Just dream quietly.
I'll make you untrue soft promises
as the clock strikes [once more] at two.
[You'll never know I meant everything I ever said.]
Why don't you just drop dead?
Author notes
Umm... I'm not really sure what I was thinking at this point.
I was extremely drunk when I wrote this Friday night...
but I do like it.
Inspiration comes at the strangest times.
It's all become a blur.
Comments
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O.o
I like it the untainted anger in this piece, the way it shows so boldly without the guise of metaphor. It also has a beautiful flow that connects each verse perfectly with the next. Good job!
-Steph
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