lovesick in bathroom sinks
lions with teeth roam city streets
digging shallow graves into your wrists
your empire will fall one day
scars up your spine, make your dreams mine
at night I’m just running reels of white noise and static through my eyes
wake up with ashes smudged in your lashes
blood underneath your fingernails
up in arms
“ ‘theres plenty of fish in the sea’, quip pretty fishermen in stocked lakes and fish farms”
i don’t need streets paved with gold
or your fucking hourly wage
i just want to get through the night without clawing at my throat
aching for breath
one day we’re going to use up all our wishes
and the stars will die out
when you’re alone in that darkness
who is going to hold your hand?
i don’t care where you head lies, as long as it is close to mine.
i don’t care what you think, as long as its about me.
tell me if I smashed you head in how good would the secrets that pour out be
etc, etc.
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