Drunk and In Love
Everything falls apart sometime
Everything is fuzzy
My mind is buzzing
Taking me back to memories
I wish I forgot
Do you think we’ll tie the knot?
If not with you then I hope not
Never spoken
But so understood
My depth within me lyes open wide
By a soul who takes stabs at it
And my morbidity seeps through the houses paint
White paint
The smell of the fumes
The paint blistering
The dampness of the walls
Coming closer
Crowding you
Pushing you together
Until you fall apart
The force beneath us
Wasn’t enough
None of it was
I grow darker and darker
Mind is bleak
Voice is meek
Lying down
Now at your feet
Take me
Take me with you
I think
I open my eyes
But you were gone in a blink
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