unable
all ive ever wanted. the black collar itching my cheeks, a bus in the middle of the night going to the middle of nowhere. everything you expected life to be. the constant restlessness. the constant destructiveness portrayed by a ciggarette between your second and third finger and the october rain against your bare key bones.
the longing.
mascara marks below the tired eyes. the wanting to leave. for good.
the bridge stands silent and the raging water under it stinks of anger and grief. i've been dancing on the railways and hidden under the winter trees, hoping for some recognition. hoping to be released.
put your wrinkled lips against my ears again, tell me lies or truths (i could never tell the difference).
the longing.
mascara marks below the tired eyes. the wanting to leave. for good.
the bridge stands silent and the raging water under it stinks of anger and grief. i've been dancing on the railways and hidden under the winter trees, hoping for some recognition. hoping to be released.
put your wrinkled lips against my ears again, tell me lies or truths (i could never tell the difference).
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