I fell for you, now I’m broken spending hours on white tiled floors digging ragged nails into my crooked spine creating beautiful blacks and blues that feel better than you ever did
now I brave the streets by myself catcalls from old truckers pierce through the night and follow me like bumblebees I soak them up like a puppy in sunlight because they sound better than you ever did
my twenty dollar mascara is now dripping off my sullen cheeks but, you know, these dark circles really bring out my eyes and I think my chewed up knuckles and frizzy hair look better than you ever did
whiskey dances on my hot breath mixed with sour diesel and blueberry skunk air freshener, breath mints and windows don’t help but I don’t care because these weapons of mine smell better than you ever did
the boy with tattoos and gages feeds me slurred compliments like butter on bread I’m breathing in his three dollar cologne and his cigarette stained tongue down my throat tastes better than you ever did