I would put out every
Cigarette i've ever
Smoked on every
Inch of the
Disgusting acreage of the
Whitelined agesigned hide-
Away that holds my
Organs in-
Side out,
If it stopped this
Way my heart
Wishes to tear its
Own trajectory through
And out of me.
Would that let you
Believe how I
Disbelieve?
The folds of my brain
Sink with shame
And my eyes grow
Darker everyday,
Love, how can
Your light
Stand all my
Dust?
1 comment:
Because love is a shroud to protect from the dust, yet, tinted, tainted enough by our own fallacies and coffee shop fantasies, to effectively distort, to redden and blur reality into what we need to see.
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