Thursday, October 02, 2014

Shit

I feel
A tense sense
A tight chest
Difficulty breathing
Every time I remember
That you are with her
Not me
Temporary blindness
I'm losing my mind here
I have no pride
I'll beg
It just won't help
I want your lips not tears
But I'll shit in one hand and know
It will fill before you leave
Her

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