band tees & 20 dollar bills covered in sweat nd white residue. i'm at the edge of the world and i briefly contemplate the consequences of stepping off into the unknown. i wonder if anyone would care. if anyone would jump after me.
i'm surrounded by a comfortable numbness; brain and nose on fire, the dread of another day creeping towards my subconscious . i don't mind the pain though, it's a familiarity. a distraction.
there's a bottle of smirnoff icing my veins, and a handful of bud telling me that everything i'm seeing isn't real. that i can do whatever i want. cuz the universe holds no consequences if you simply don't care. i've got burns on my thighs and empty space in my head. and every day feels exactly the same. like i'm in some repetitive cycle.
i met a guy and he's got really pretty eyes, and a prettier soul, but i tell myself that i can't keep falling for people who treat me with the slightest bit of respect. so instead i burn him with my cigarette butt and let boys with no self respect treat me like i'm an object.
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Poetry© 8ront3 xxmviii compilation of writing over the years; poetry, short stories, recollections of experiences.
