Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Hell If I Know

Sometimes I don't know what will get your attention
Or if I'm talking too much
How about the fact that my sins will one day prevent my ascension
Because of how much I want to touch
you are my muse and my downfall
My cure and my poison
You console me, but fear leaves my finger hovering over 'call'
because sometimes you make my face turn crimson
from holding in the tears while you berate me
and I nod and agree with everything you say
because at the time it seems true and I see
exactly what the fuck is wrong with me that day

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