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It's his wounds that will never heal,
it's his cracked lips that make deals,
and I'll laugh.
All of this time meant nothing,
not one single day or month or
year and the little notes you hung
on my locker last August were
pathetic reminders of how far
we had fallen.
And all of these actions meant nothing.
Not one single breath caught in my
throat, it was your hands, your hands
around it.
Those whispers in my ear at midnight,
"Oh baby, this is all for you, please
don't cry." And I'd bury my
face into your jacket so you'd never
see I didn't believe you when Alex gave
you 'prescriptions.'
The last day I saw you, your eyes were
wide and glossy.
"Oh baby, please don't cry."
And I turned away because I wasn't
even crying. I could let you pretend if
you wanted.
I lay on the bed you never used and
thought about how it wasn't all for me,
and how when I buried my face into
your jacket you thought about the
needle,
or when I told you I was in love
all you wanted was that
needle,
and when my dad left and I wanted
you to comfort me, you
were spacing out thinking about that
damn needle.
That salvation.
That hunger.
Well that's the end
of it all, isn’t it?
So understand,
"Oh baby, I'm gonna cry now.
It's been so long since you were sane.
Well I'm through baby, I'm through.
Just remember, I'm doing all of this
for you."
- by ~TheColdestDreamOfApril~ |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/17/2008 |
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- Title: "Needle"
- Artist: ~TheColdestDreamOfApril~
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This has never happened to me,
I'm just really intense . - Date: 12/17/2008
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