beautiful disaster

Her number is on speed dial
and though Im the one thats calling
Im praying she wont pick up
and say that hi
thatll have me coming undone.

Ive never wanted to talk to anyone less
while Im aching just to hear the sound
of her darkness crackle through the phone line
and tell me its all going to be okay
though deep down, I know otherwise.

Were a demented disaster
just how I used to like it.
And given the chance Id beat her to death
while she sucked my soul through a straw.

Sitting contentedly in the afterlife
wed call it love
and do it all again.

Indie Adams 2012
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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