Mays drunk dream

why can't I feel you in and out of me. I see you in my head, I hear you breath in an sigh. My only question is why, why can't I feel the love that writes your face Why cant I feel the static between each kiss?

And so I dip and weave the needle in my leg. Cut throat that's my mission. And plenty of other shit you can't even begin to in vision.
I'll take those pills and with a smile. I'll take that blade and with a smirk.
I guess its because I'm sick inside.
And all I want is for you to loath me. Come one lets hate me.

The needle is in me and so are you. I can see the colors blur togather. It it is soooo beautiful. But, it doesn't feel beautiful. So Ill seranade on high.

you take a step back. I am bound and tethered.
Handcuffed I am to your heart.

Loosly mouthed I am.
tightly mounted I am.
blue eyes red tears
Mays drunk dream has got me in tears

So come on,
Let's rape me.

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poem by Andrea Miles
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