Saturday, June 6, 2009

his beauty burns

and at night before you sleep the words rush to you.
Not tired at all but how you sleep.
They call this depression and I think it's bull shit but
I'll take the meds to calm them down.
I probably do need help.

I'm in love with this man
oh how he's hurting my head
But I can't explain how my insides sing
His beauty is oh so great
as his words burn through and through
oh how does he fuck with you
spit in my face
and yes I will come back
because I'm broken
and somehow I can only live
with pain

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