i promise to be sick,

i'll hurt every day,

many words ill never say,

my soul, a god will never save.

shivering i say I'm brave,

im naught,

a fool,

my only tool is a glass bottle.

managing my heart,

accelerate, i lacerate,

slower, arrested.

i just miss the way my life was.

before i wrote this.

my phone explodes in my face.

safety escapes my petty ways.

scream the pretty things i wanna say.

pray some day,

i hear you say my name again.

traumatic thoughts, i feel insane.

but its just another day.

moody, chilly april nights.

months away from our favorite lights.

i put them out one at a time,

patiently i write these lines,

painful, I refuse to cry.

soul-searching for a better lie.

i missed you,

the hours you were away.

the beautiful way you make me sway.

you say the things i can't say.

you make worlds out of broken things.

but i know you'll **** me some day.

once, i met a girl,

who wasn't you.

love is a strong word,

i'll never use.

but i used her.

i don't remember the rest.

you were right about the stars.

they look nothing like your eyes.

and that moon,

it has nothing to do with you.

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