apologies for any censoring. the scratch filter system sucks. [] miss you - i know you’ll leave me but can’t you stay for one more day stay by me i want to klss you can’t you hold my hand the door stays closed you don’t need the key can’t you stay here aren’t you happy don’t i make you happy you make me happy i don’t want you to leave me i don’t want to see you frown don’t turn away stay with me you’ll never leave me, right? [] alcohol - you’re rubbing alcohol in a bullet hole you don’t help you think you do but all you do is hurt and i know it could be worse but i don’t think this is good why can’t you wrap me up in bandages you’ve got them at your disposal all you have to do is get past your stubbornness open your eyes and look around it’s not a scratch not something that will heal so easily i am bleeding out slowly and you are telling me it’s my fault and i try to crack a joke to laugh at my stupidity (because of course it’s my fault, it always is) but the blood is rushing faster and you’re still rubbing salt in the wound. [] quiet - lips bitten red, eyes dart side-to-side body broken down but still moving knuckles rubbed bleeding breaths caught, thoughts tangled in hues of turquoise curled against rough fabrics head swaying, lips forming silent words surrounded by pretty lies hands full of pins-and-needles head full of whispers heart full of want steps are taken, forward-back in an endless dance. [] music and its motions - the croonings of an ill-begotten lover crawl into my ears reach into my ribs, curling tight around my heart whispers of a maniac hidden behind the twang of guitar strings gripping my lungs in laced-up claws chorus of angels cry out on a creaky old record on taped-up headphones on bitten lips bringing stories on their ragged wings of swollen lips and swollen hearts of splintered fences and splintered thumbs of broken arms and broken lovers of a story i will never experience through anything but the songs of criers. [] heart - dig my hands into your fragile chest fingernails breaking skin wrap my hands around your fluttering heart your blood drips down my skin and yet you smile still tears drip down your face features forever frozen and you still smile my eyes dig holes into your massacred flesh and i wonder why did you ever trust me it never ends well i am not calling you naive you never could tell i don't want this but did you they told you about me i know so why do you wrap your cold arms around me and smile in the grave i am digging?
