Monday, April 16, 2012


there is something beautiful in it
like the edge of a razor, so clean, it shines
that danger
in eyes so dark, there is light
in secrets so big, there is truth
if only we could speak of the things so carelessly spoken
"if only you could see yourself the way i see you"
red light made my teeth bite, and your mind race, and our breath smoke
not to be trusted
but you're everything i've wanted
so i balance between their good words
in a rut so dark, there is light
clawing at the sides of a shredded hole
gasping for air
until i sink, and let go of everything that has meant anything to me

you don't know me
you don't know anything at all

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