Sunday, September 26, 2010

Day 436: taste this

she writes poems for me that she thinks i dont read
but some nights
i want to scream through my computer screen
i want to slit my wrist with my broken promises and tell god that i dont believe in forgiveness
some nights
i want to press my blood against this hallow ocean
breathe like i am floating
above every single broken expectation
take me off those cracked pedestal
im breaking my body trying not to fall
its like survival of the fittest and every choice is wrong
i am falling
cracking foundations on the way down
every answer is the wrong word
we're living in the wrong world
and im praying for air
dying for a little more time

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