hearts beating faster faster in our chests i don't know where we're going or where we'll be but the sky is dark like fabric black as can be stretched tight over the earth and someone poked tiny holes to let bright spheres of gas and light through. stars are funny, you see, they're like the stories of people trapped in a dimension beyond our own comprehension. all seven sins still present and the forecast is cloudy with a chance of raining cats and dogs. we were there very happy and ****** up in ourselves then something changed and we fell apart and your hand was always gone probably down the pants of another. i just wanted to say "*******" as I scream from the rooftops. shingles splitting down into the street. i miss that hand that used to always be in mine but it doesn't really matter now because you fell for another. i bet her apartment isn't ****** like the downtown hole I reside in and I bet her mattress doesn't squeak oh so horribly when we get down to business. i bet you even love the way she straightens her hair with heat and glitter and wears something nice something more than a dress from a thrift store bin at the end of my street. i don't care where you'll go and i don't care where you'll be because you hurt me inside and i locked out the key. i'm sure that it's black a slower beat in my core and a duller thudding sound as your lies infected me. the sad thing is i'll still be here in this hole apartment in downtown not waiting for you but knowing someday you may come crawling back and on that day i'm so happy to say that i may invite you in and then step on your hands with my ***** old shoes. i'm sorry no really i'm not and i will forgive someday but for now you truly disgust me.