#experimentative
Every morning I die
a little death.
Bourbon-shot skies and
whiskey lies,
better stop making those
bedroom eyes,
'cause I might just take you
up on it darlin'.
I'm a little bit of pretty nonsense.
Rhyme and dine,
turn down the lights,
break our bodies into bread
and say our daily prayer
and ****** hope there's a god
for sinners.
Fire brings out the worst of us
and we're fucken gasoline.
You keep spittin' out that
serious talk saying
Everything has a price,
Well then kiss me now
and let's bleed for it later,
the whole world's only
a cocktail darling.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 3:33 PM UTC
When people ask, I tell them:
*I noticed him because of those
beautiful eyes, all
backlit melodrama and mysteries
waiting to be
understood*
The truth is
they were soulless and empty and
hungry for something you
couldn't name.
You're not mine
You said.
No, I agreed.
But I could be.
Razzle-dazzle **** me
fast and ***** into the faux leather
of your backseats.
Darling, we're not in Paris anymore.
You want something fascinating
but I want something real.
We make do.
You say:
*I know you're a piece of ****
and I still want you.*
with the way it wraps around my heart
you'd think it was a
love confession.
Your teeth marks divide across
my skin like train tracks
You say my name like how
an addict says
morphine, nicotine.
I wonder how long till we crash.
I say:
*I hate it when you call me
"Darling"*
and with the way you laughed
I almost thought
I paid a compliment
This could be whatever you want it to be
Even if it's not love.
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 2:44 AM UTC