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Habitual
Heartless prick of the needle.
Which holds my weakness...
In the barrel.
You pushed it down like a plunger.
A sociopathic scar.
A piece of art I want to deface.
Something I wished was real but now resign to erase.
An addiction to you.
Words...like bubbles in the spoon.
Intoxicating.
The tone of your skin.
The smell of your day filling up the room.
I get used to it.
The madness.
The score.
Horrible decisions...
To numb myself & use a little more.
Written 3/21/15
Which holds my weakness...
In the barrel.
You pushed it down like a plunger.
A sociopathic scar.
A piece of art I want to deface.
Something I wished was real but now resign to erase.
An addiction to you.
Words...like bubbles in the spoon.
Intoxicating.
The tone of your skin.
The smell of your day filling up the room.
I get used to it.
The madness.
The score.
Horrible decisions...
To numb myself & use a little more.
Written 3/21/15
Published 5th Apr 2015
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6th Apr 2015 1:55am
6th Apr 2015 5:36am
HA. Not really. Not at the moment I wrote this. But it was just a moment in the grand scheme of things, so it's okay.
Thanks for the comment ;)
Thanks for the comment ;)
27th Sep 2015 00:42am
27th Sep 2015 00:46am
