Lying here bleeding through a half-arsed dressing
Hoping tomorrow I might get hit by a truck.
Who the hell are you meant to tell this shit to.
Who are you meant to call in the middle of the night when it all feels too much, and you know you’ll just need the same words of comfort tomorrow, too.
I’ll make another joke about it that you won’t read into.
And I’ll laugh as I bleed into my sheets, because I’m just that pathetic.
I’ll laugh at the notion that after it ends someone might think twice and learn a warning sign or two.
My family think I’ve been sober for two months.
This morning, I had rum in my coffee.
Because what do you do when you want to die,
but try to make it stop?
When I said I wanted more, I didn’t mean a concussion.
The black and blue handprints have faded.
And somehow I miss you.
You’re the dusky nothing
That fills my head;
You’re the lazy Sunday
That shares my bed;
You’re the end of the world;
But also the beginning?
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It’s a little after nine
And I’m the last thing
On your mind.
But the wine is gonna flow
And this night
Will not be nothing.
Thirteen hours and six days
And a lot of wasted make up
And a few wasted tears
And a bit of broken skin.
And a wish you were here.
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As the pleasure takes over your lungs;
As a drop of sweat falls
from your forehead to my lips,
When your strong hands find my hips;
Each time I see the green in your golden eyes,
Just one day more.
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You’ve been barely a thought
Since the day that I left.
Oh to think that
It was love .
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My every nerve longs
For something I’ll regret.
What ever was so wrong
With a little temptation ?
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Seventy seven days thrown away.
The sweet burn;
The taste on my tongue;
The way my brain
Just a half,