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Dec 2013
Sand in my pockets
I wander from the beach
Lost-amidst a crowd of lonely faces
Thinking of only yours

I should have realized you were no good
When I caught you turning tricks and selling dope
But oh, your eyes, I was cursed to fall in love with danger and wrongness
Within your eyes

I should have known you were no good when I caught you stealing my cash
To buy your dope
But your rough hands pushed and pleasures my inner demons
They liked your presence amongst the Devil
You'd been through Hell
But so had I

And finally
You dumped me
With blonde hair and a black t shirt
You told me I was no good
On the beach.
We made love.
You left me
You left me.

And ****, this gun is talking to me
It's telling me beautiful things
Caressing me with the chamber
Of hell
The trigger. My finger dances around it
You left me
You left me
And when you did
You took the only sane part of me with you
But you ******* left me


I pull the trigger
Jade M Matelski
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Jade M Matelski
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