Thursday, December 31, 2009

coughing colors.

your face has changed and my thoughts radiate fear.
she's so sick from the booze, but doesn't want to throw-up the drugs.
i've had enough.
the wounds; no longer flesh - only now do they rust.
a sober straight face gets you out of those clothes,
I will fake the way I hold you.
this whole time it was easy.
it only hurt when I told you he was better.

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