Music.

messed up.

Darling you should've known

I had it written all over me in spilled ink.

Dark black, just like my heart.

But my heart was already disintegrated.

And before I could realize it, the blood in my mouth

was soon in yours.

Consuming you whole.

I was the stone stabbing your ribs.

The blade in your back just touching your heart.

I was ripping you apart from the inside out.

I was making you numb just like me.

So you wouldn't feel my pain.

Instructions.

I want to inhale second hand smoke, just to feel a buzz.
 I yearn for a love that's false.
     and I still have my warm tears on my soft checks.
       There is vivid pain in every breathe.
           I'm doing this for you.
              I need instructions to get through these days.
                  I tremble just to touch you ....one more god damn time.
                      Even if your skin would burn me, Id take the chance.
                           I did with my heart.
                                        Even if I lost sight of my map.

& I don't have instructions.

Lungs

I had stars in my lungs. But I burned them all out with the cigarettes I was smoking. My lungs are crowded with self hatered. Oh my god I can't breathe. So peel my ribcage back, and cover my heart with love. That someday I'll burn away. But my ribs are bruised, from my heart pounding so hard thinking about you. As you say I'm heartless and I said no, I've just learned to use my heart less. 

As it's harder to breathe, as though my lungs have collapsed. Inhale....exhale. 

We kiss slowly. I see you in my dreams kissing girls who aren't me. Dammit did you look like heaven when I only felt like hell. And something about you is so addictive. What if I told you, your the only thing keeping me alive right now? 

Picked up words.

Because arrows our in our ribs.
We become bitter.
With sand minds.
We go the road not taken, headed right for us. Flying.
The pressure of our parents.
Imaginary Friends, with imaginary promises.
The grief is lying on the bathroom floor, with violence laughs.
Distance between the light.
My breath is sandpaper on my lungs.
My brain is dying for love.
With unfair music.
I have anchored headaches.
And don't you ever wonder,
how did this happen?

How to life.

Print this page out.
Burn it.
Done.
You did life.

My Nicotine Lips and Whiskey breathe.

My nicotine lips don't speak they only know how to,
Inhale you.
My liquor liver can't process without the purity of your pleasure.
I can't get you out of my system, the bodies natural reaction is to absorb you.
You are my deadly poison. You are invisible like the fleeing in my cheeks like
they're pulling in a smile with your nicotine lips.
You are more deadly then my cigarettes and whiskey they at least burn as they go down.
You just make my nicotine lips smile like they never have before.