sometimes i wish
you were still the bitter taste
left on my tongue
instead of bleeding lips
and swallowed sweet nothings
sometimes i think
you’re the tar in my lungs
and for a second when i can’t breath
i remember how it feels
to look at
the icy rivers
and black hole iris
of your being
sometimes i wish
i knew how your hands felt
around my neck
but i think i thought i felt them there
since the night you left
me choking
on lies
that spewed with warm *****
and blaming tears on the stormy weather
sometimes i think
you think all the same
or maybe i just wish too much
pleasure and pain go hand in hand
but to me
with you
its just the same
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 8:59 PM UTC
sometimes i wish
you were still the bitter taste
left on my tongue
instead of bleeding lips
and swallowed sweet nothings
sometimes i think
you’re the tar in my lungs
and for a second when i can’t breath
i remember how it feels
to look at
the icy rivers
and black hole iris
of your being
sometimes i wish
i knew how your hands felt
around my neck
but i think i thought i felt them there
since the night you left
me choking
on lies
that spewed with warm *****
and blaming tears on the stormy weather
sometimes i think
you think all the same
or maybe i just wish too much
pleasure and pain go hand in hand
but to me
with you
its just the same
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