let the poets cry themselves to sleep

[fromheavenifell]

i'm fucking losing my mind.

i've been
swallowing
pins
and
needles
to smile
in your photographs.
you say they
line your walls
that i keep you up nights
with my - bright eyes -

well, i never meant
to be your
star.
and now that
i'm
f
a
ll
i
n
g
you swear the sky is yours.

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the ciggarette scars
and coffee stains
up and down your bloodied arms
stale and sour.
your cloves
laced with paranoia
burning holes.in.the.darkness
drive on (empty)
bear your battered soul.
god
damn.
tune out the chaos
lets hear that drunken reprise
heres to that bottle of wine
and your tired eyes
closed.