Gin lips with stars spinning.
How i'm here,
why i'm here.
Broken cigarette,
hardly litter.
This is the last straw.
Everyone's.
Really though, its my last attempt.
affection drained from my body.
caffeine hype, anxiety filled sheets.
My chest feels bruised when i wake,
and i don't understand.
It'll be here for what it's worth.
Maybe,
it was opening the door and seeing her face.
No goodbye kisses.
Friendly hello's as I left.
Just another reflection.
Let the summer air crawl all over your skin and
tickle you with seasons past affection.
reminding, suggesting, throwing idea's away would be beneficial.
cleanse your mind.
recycle emotions.
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