we comfort our souls with lies
and we
burn our homes to be free.
we dab perfume on our dead bodies
and we
stitch smiles on faces to be happy.
we turn up the music (too loud)
to be deaf upon the cries of our names
wedged between curses
and scorching regrets.
we try to dance along with the songs
of ghosts -
whose skeletons have been
long forgotten in our antique closets.
we drain bottle after bottle,
light a cigarette after another,
**** ourselves so we don't die -
a surrender to loneliness is worse, after all.
and so...
we say goodbye without considering
that we are worthy enough to stay,
we apologize for the words
we actually meant to say.
we crawl back to our hollowed grounds -
yet we love with the strength of that
who has never been loved.
we travel barefoot on unknown,
desolate roads
in the hopes to find where we belong.
we do the mistakes we've done before,
not because we are stupid,
but god, because we've learned.
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 7:14 AM UTC
we comfort our souls with lies
and we
burn our homes to be free.
we dab perfume on our dead bodies
and we
stitch smiles on faces to be happy.
we turn up the music (too loud)
to be deaf upon the cries of our names
wedged between curses
and scorching regrets.
we try to dance along with the songs
of ghosts -
whose skeletons have been
long forgotten in our antique closets.
we drain bottle after bottle,
light a cigarette after another,
**** ourselves so we don't die -
a surrender to loneliness is worse, after all.
and so...
we say goodbye without considering
that we are worthy enough to stay,
we apologize for the words
we actually meant to say.
we crawl back to our hollowed grounds -
yet we love with the strength of that
who has never been loved.
we travel barefoot on unknown,
desolate roads
in the hopes to find where we belong.
we do the mistakes we've done before,
not because we are stupid,
but god, because we've learned.
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