You saw to that, I'd never stray.
Now everything's tumbling like cards.
Your kisses, were they for naught?
I mean, how could you?
Didn't we promise to grow old together?
Did the sweat of your brow on mine mean nothing?
On this hot asphalt. I'm left alone.
The dissociative identity kicks in and I'm struggling to remind myself why I'm here.
honey it was over before it began
he's so much better.
blame me if you must but know you started the clock.
whatever you feel now you deserve it.
Ah yes. I see it now.
The smokey-eyed stranger.
A scent of days long past.
Soft sounds of lapping water on my feet.
A cloth yet to be stained.
The book that was never read.
and you have no right, love.
shame in grey, shame in color.
you don't deserve love.
the clarions scream and you love in technicolor.
come back again when you can come up here once and for all.
wake up. wake up.
**** it, forgot my pills again.*
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 9:43 AM UTC
You saw to that, I'd never stray.
Now everything's tumbling like cards.
Your kisses, were they for naught?
I mean, how could you?
Didn't we promise to grow old together?
Did the sweat of your brow on mine mean nothing?
On this hot asphalt. I'm left alone.
The dissociative identity kicks in and I'm struggling to remind myself why I'm here.
honey it was over before it began
he's so much better.
blame me if you must but know you started the clock.
whatever you feel now you deserve it.
Ah yes. I see it now.
The smokey-eyed stranger.
A scent of days long past.
Soft sounds of lapping water on my feet.
A cloth yet to be stained.
The book that was never read.
and you have no right, love.
shame in grey, shame in color.
you don't deserve love.
the clarions scream and you love in technicolor.
come back again when you can come up here once and for all.
wake up. wake up.
**** it, forgot my pills again.*
The first of 2017's series,
Where we bleed into each other,
And my pain starts to leave me, but not without getting deeper.
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