I had never seen the truth turning into a graveyard
until it passed through my tombstone teeth to
sit in your ear like a ghost
These aren't sweet nothings
my sweet nothing
And you deserve much more than the devil
living inside of my cheeks
This is the way truth sets us free
The same way a suckerpunch leaves us winded
I imagine that is how our souls leave us
But you try and explain that to a nurse
who is busy checking your mouth to be sure
you've taken all your medication
You know how you're supposed to live like you are going to die tomorrow
I say
How 'bout six months from tomorrow?
I really have tried everythin
including ******* down the backwash of a sunday baptism
It only tasted like fear
The kind of fear I don't need right now
We bought a casket
Plotted a plot
I got a tattoo of an expiration date on the bottom of my foot
No day or month
just this year
And you've been brave
saying
You are saving your tears for when I am not here anymore
And I honestly never saw how the truth could turn into a graveyard
Til we both started talking to each other
Like ghosts whispering all the things we never got to say in life
No matter how you look at it
I tell her
The truth always feels like it's arrived too late
Feb 1, 2012
Feb 1, 2012 at 5:19 PM UTC
I had never seen the truth turning into a graveyard
until it passed through my tombstone teeth to
sit in your ear like a ghost
These aren't sweet nothings
my sweet nothing
And you deserve much more than the devil
living inside of my cheeks
This is the way truth sets us free
The same way a suckerpunch leaves us winded
I imagine that is how our souls leave us
But you try and explain that to a nurse
who is busy checking your mouth to be sure
you've taken all your medication
You know how you're supposed to live like you are going to die tomorrow
I say
How 'bout six months from tomorrow?
I really have tried everythin
including ******* down the backwash of a sunday baptism
It only tasted like fear
The kind of fear I don't need right now
We bought a casket
Plotted a plot
I got a tattoo of an expiration date on the bottom of my foot
No day or month
just this year
And you've been brave
saying
You are saving your tears for when I am not here anymore
And I honestly never saw how the truth could turn into a graveyard
Til we both started talking to each other
Like ghosts whispering all the things we never got to say in life
No matter how you look at it
I tell her
The truth always feels like it's arrived too late
Thank you so much g for that amazing first line. I hope you approve of what I turned it into.
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