| It's always hot. You smell like cigarettes, but you taste like Listerine. Secrets spill like sweat from the heat... the heat, the heat from the back seat of your car. I'm a glass jar with no lid and no bottom. Fill me up with whatever you want... I promise I wont remember it for long. Let me trace your scarred inked skin hahaha. Lay with me. I write it all out. I just want you. |
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If I ever wrote a book this picture would be my cover. ^   
  
 
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| I'd sail with you in a hot air balloon, like summer, like summer. I'd steal your pain and feed it to the poor. We'd get higher and higher and higher. Every word; like a sandbag, we'd toss. Higher and higher. I'd bring soaked pears to your lips. Higher. I'd tell you everything you were to me. Higher. I'd sail with you in a hot air balloon, like summer, like summer. You smell like lemons. |
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| I want to collect our memories like sticks. Stack your name like firewood. You spill my name from your lips like gasoline... Let it drip, spread to the edge of this room. Spread the flames. Spread my legs. I let you crawl into my bed like lice. You never meant that much to me. I make my bed like you tie your fucking noose. Your lips are wet; are you nervous? Did she whisper your name again, did it make sense this time? No, no, no, no. It's taking you time, but you'll see and so did I. I'll be sweet like sugar. But it leaves a sticky mess... She whispers even though I scream. I was made to hold the memory of you inside my chest like a wishing well. Id rather have these bones broken than healed the wrong way. |
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