Sunday, October 26, 2014

Poison Compliment

"she always weighed me down
but afraid I might need her I dragged her around

she wore that phony smile on her face
I guess like a bandage on a wounded place
while I kept the keys to every old lock

just in case"

If I were to delete your number
it would be gone 
cause it's not in my memory any more
you still have mine memorized 
maybe always will
but I still cry about you
maybe..
and I await the treacherous day
of my inevitable fate
in which I open the flood gates
give your phone a buzz
your head a hum
my stomach a sink
with each sick ring

I can't put what was and is meant for you inside of someone, anyone else
you took my poison as a compliment
and that is what I fucking crave 

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