hype for nothing

dear god,

you have filled all the empty spaces in my heart with halogen lamps.

once, i closed the curtains on you.

i chose to follow morphine blind-spots,
chase the blur in my vision
chase the backwards cars
chase the rush, the bullets,
chase the barrel of a gun
chase a faint zephyr thrum.

i sat there, faded, and fading
punk-rock painted nails inches to the dirt-
as I bit the sidewalk with gritty teeth and
 bleeding
pink
gums.

well am I failing?
am i, am i, am I FUCKING FAILING?

you found me fading
and faded

like that painting of Paris and passion
you had hung in my room at 12 o'clock,
in the afternoon on monday.

but god i wish it was a tuesday.

then this screaming hangover would be gone,
and i would be able to see you
clearly again.


this story of a girl with juniper eyes is hyping you up for
tales of tracing nothing with my tongue and my teeth.

cause i'm
just alive,

i believe in love-
i believe in



life.


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peace, love, unity and respect

kiss my
-rustic converse

[ps: am i failing?]