Wednesday, November 8, 2017

the hardest part is waking up, faking luck

i held you from the start
help me heal, crystal clear
i lack much more than confidence

i search between, i pinch and bleed
just want to know what is real, held you
                                                           there
                                       from the start, you trusted him more.
thrusted more, the smell of cigarettes.            pinch me now.

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