Fake friends, fictional characters in the background of my thoughts. Do you exist? Did I dream you up?
Games played with my heart, and broken again.
As I swallow down this jack, with a chase of coke, balance is key…as I try to recall from memory, the way lips would taste, the way hands would brace, the softer touch of skin, on this broken sin, before god, I say I need another; lest my mind to fetter to thoughts that seem better.
Reality slips in, as disappointment does rear its ugly head, then these moments of seeming divinity seem to be more of insanity; and I plead, for these cuts to stop the bleed.
These razors peel back the flesh, and take away every breath; as I lay my mind to rest, with truths of the fictional reels that play over and over…and over again
Yet, now so long before, so long after. So far yet so near, I remember it all so clear. The chariots and trumpets; the glow of red as the fireworks streaked into the night sky, the tender loving grip I held on your thigh, tracing fingers places perverse to naked eye.
The songs on radio, as we drive, the moments of silence between. Locking eyes and fingers tracing lines across the tops of hands. Dancing to the rhythm of song, dancing to happiness long gone.
Smiles all around, as moments build to ruin; long forgotten in storms that would follow…
And here now, we are no longer, just waves that crashed to shore; and left with the tide
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