3:14am
3:14 am
Smoking a cigarette and thinking of you
My desire for life to be poetic is going to kill me
Delivery?
A kiss goodnight
Of course it's you
carting around your next victim
Rinse and repeat
Do you touch her like you touched me?
I thought I felt desire emanating from your hands but I guess it was all just a ruse
Play the lonely girl
She'll never know what hit her
But what else should I have expected
In a city full of so many people
I have never felt so (blissfully) alone
RBynum
Wed 11th May 2016 17:41
Victimizing the nieve, trusting, human... the pain after hits hard when ur in a small town, also. Might even be worse since there's only so many places to go to forget.. Your poem hit me hard, I appreciate it:)