please excuse my behavior.
hard ventures
blood
laughter
i was a mess I know, but-
We couldn't help but rob the taco shop,
or drive around with a requiem
for our past selves
past the bells
dead trees
swinging door,
A floor huddled four
smoking.
outside the coolness
breaks the dizzy spell
of bad air,
it feels like there's something to apologize for,
A bright morning
without birds
its like waking up from being dead.
what was that
was it me?
I know I'm wasted when I can't see green.
cradled self,
I'm apologizing over and over to my
eyes,
my feet
my head
my stomach
my love
my despair
A best friends whisper
valiant
sad
tea-cups
in my wavering hand
how the shrouded moon
knows
dear,
your smile was a weapon
even if you didn't know
your laughter daggers in the night
your coat a covering from my stare
relent
take care.
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