Quick: before I overflow.
yeah. it's for you
crush your
porcelaine
face with
my fist.
now breathe
deeper, and
inhale my
evaporated
longing.
choke it in. I
would have done
the same of you.
my chemical rancor
seeping in through your skull
at last, something is getting through
finally, your thoughts
mirror mine. seven years
bad luck for (my)
your broken FUCKING
heart
color my mind
shades of you