the holes run together to make nothing
that consumes everything
torn to bits with nothing left to rebuild
pulling threads from passersby
gluing them in spit and sparkles
forming the fabric of a frayed future
hidden behind that toothy grin that blinds the best of 'em
a bit of accidental charm and sparkles turn gems
catching the moon you just hung
truth like poison thick on spirited tongue
can't believe what the bottles tout
can't trust liquid truth in ashen breath
dragons of legend breathe Fireball lies
that smell of candy and taste like the death
of tomorrow's enamoration
my skin is warm but my body is cold
my eyes are tired and my soul is longing for you
cinnamon is sweet but sometimes it burns
and so do you
10/10/17 - I wrote this at 3am, drunk on fireball
The moon a fire ball
Burning in your hazel eyes
The sky coated with stars
And my skin
My poor cold skin
Coated with shivers
You send down my spine.
Snapchat me at 11 pm
Are you drunk for courage or for remission?
"I like you"
"I want to *******"
You say, "call me" and we talk until 3am because I think I like you too and mostly because I know, we know, we're both so lonely.
It seems like you only talk to me when you're drunk but my mind tells me it's better than being ignored, like after Halloween when you moved to a new table. I thought it was the kiss and I still don't know if you remember or if you just pretended to forget. I remember, because you don't forget cinnamon liquor - like your skin, warm and bright.
I left town last week and you snapchatted me saying you missed me, at 3am again, in my new bed. You're leaving in August and I'm scared. Because I'll miss you too.
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