(no subject)
Thoughts of you ripple through the dew scented night air. One gander at me and you say Hello with money on your breath. Ravenous dogs, each starving for attention. I'm lighting her cigarette while starving for you. The axe always swings both ways. What began as a papercut is now an open wound. I'm beating the stitches on the way to my flesh. Is it any wonder now why I find it hard to heal? Every drop of blood tells me it costs so much more to feel...