i am i again, long before our liptouch. long after you made the accusation. daytime eats night or the other way around in any provicial state we are in now. you learn how to burn with me in the summer sunlit sanctity of pretend that it meant more that it did. i dont want to weigh your heart because i cant afford to break a snowscale on your behalf. and you cry in and around a rotting coarpse that smacked the childhood out of you way too early. blame me, i guess i am someone to blame. i will listen to you lisp and pretend its not a bumbling bee buzzing secrets around me. rather, ill make believe its the sound of a body begin tossed into an empty dumpster or one being dug from the bottom of the river. cyanide doesnt cost as much as you think and the hemlock gets more bareable with every drink. but the buts and no-no and the pretend isnt going to last forever. you think about fuckin me before you fall asleep and remember love when you are nowhere next to me. choke on guilty and call me next time you remember what it tastes like.
peace,
leoloser
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment