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give me back my senses
03:16
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you ask me what i'm thinking as i stare into the sky
i have nothing to say.
well, that's a lie
i'm thinking you don't even realise there are only two swatches of fabric between our thighs
i want to kiss without teeth
i want blood to surface 'cause of heat instead of blunt force trauma
and i want love
yeah, i said it.
i want you to give back my heart
i want to give it away again to the next woman who graces my neck with her tongue
i want to regret it
when a hand runs down my ribcage
when a knee drives my legs apart
when fingers explore the skin that covers my heart
i want to feel a fraction of what i feel when we're just in the same room
i want to feel anything
for anyone
from anyone
who isn't you
you ask me what i'm thinking as i stare into the sky
i have nothing to say.
well, that's a lie
i'm thinking the sun is rising and that's always your cue to say goodbye
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2. |
my ex's exes
04:00
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with pains all through my solar plexus
i facebook stalk my ex's exes
google the lyrics in her status
then throw up at how pathetic that is
i write poems of my pathetic plight:
clicked every tagged picture again last night
and of her conquests in the city:
they're all just so fucking pretty
with pains all through my scabs and scars
i walk with her past empty cars
we play pretend, we're cigaretted
in the morning, i'll regret it
i write poems of how i'm thick:
i make myself so fucking sick
and of the things that i keep hidden:
it feels so good; i wish it didn't
so here i am before you, naked
what's mine is yours
you should take it
don't mind the charcoal; i was branded
by some girl who left me stranded
and barely even knew it
she was major surgery
i was maybe a skinned knee
with pains all through my solar plexus
i facebook stalk my ex's exes
google the lyrics in her status
then throw up at how pathetic that is
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muse
03:29
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my muse, do i amuse you?
my muse, tell me i move you
my veins match your eyes & it's too far from where i am to where you are
yet every night, i feel the echo of your grace
a drunken fever spreads its heat across my face
my legs give way to worship & i fall to my knees
screaming, "please need me"
my muse, excuse the brass tacks
my muse, i've laid out a map
my fingers trace a trail across land & sea like they could bring you back to me
i don't know if this is love or fixation, it's true
all i know is my frozen heart creaks when i see you
another glass of wine, another cigarette
another brief cold sweat
my muse, can you defuse me?
my muse, please bleed and bruise me
i want to broadcast that i'm yours from here to every distant shore
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