crimson by collin

Aug 8

crimson

fluorescent orange
sunset soaring
sore and a syringe
stripping bone so cringe
get a grip, kid
puzzle pieces
biting creases
in my lips
until they bleed
you said you love me
so it's cool goodnight

Written by

collin 30/M/coming home.

(30/M/coming home.)

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