Red Scars Shimmer on Your China Skin
WHATEVER
Cars’ horns and fucking traffic woke me up. I lay still for other five seconds each of them hoping, not breathing. Just hoping. I stretch my arm. But I stop it before it is too late. Before it is too obvious and my consciousness wakes up. I improve. A lot. You’d be surprised. You’d be proud. I know you will. And just then I realize I’m smiling because of the smile that would be on your lips. And then I realize I’m thinking of your lips. And then I’m running. Away from those thoughts, away from your ghost, away from my guts that are splattered all over the floor.
Oh I miss you…But I can’t need you. Not after all this time.
Man it’s been five years. Five fucking years.
But still….
Oh Frank c'mon, even you have realized that…
Ok, fuck whatever.
Oh I miss you…But I can’t need you. Not after all this time.
Man it’s been five years. Five fucking years.
But still….
Oh Frank c'mon, even you have realized that…
Ok, fuck whatever.