morning is the sun flooding through my window
night is when you're flooding through my door
like an unforgiving force
I would gladly drown in
you are the storm of all my secrets
you are not regretted
but are the embodiment of my regret
pounding on the walls
begging to be freed and known by all the next lovers hands to touch me
you are the drivel that pours out of my crevices and imprisons the glare of every stranger
I wear you on my skin like a blanket
you are my comfort and you are crushing me
you are my reflection and the light that leaves spots in my vision
you are the moments in between every wound I inflict upon myself
you are every inch of despised color dripping down my thigh
I break promises like you break hearts
but we both can't seem to stop
so wash me down with my despair
and we can pretend this is the last time we have to empty out our pockets before one other
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC
morning is the sun flooding through my window
night is when you're flooding through my door
like an unforgiving force
I would gladly drown in
you are the storm of all my secrets
you are not regretted
but are the embodiment of my regret
pounding on the walls
begging to be freed and known by all the next lovers hands to touch me
you are the drivel that pours out of my crevices and imprisons the glare of every stranger
I wear you on my skin like a blanket
you are my comfort and you are crushing me
you are my reflection and the light that leaves spots in my vision
you are the moments in between every wound I inflict upon myself
you are every inch of despised color dripping down my thigh
I break promises like you break hearts
but we both can't seem to stop
so wash me down with my despair
and we can pretend this is the last time we have to empty out our pockets before one other
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