I'm tip-toeing on the broken glass
that I dropped. my lips taste like gin.laced memories
and it's almost midnight again.

the stars are playing hide. I'm too blind to see.k
and the pieces on the ground. they're saying
it's useless anyways. like the blood dripping from my toes
I danced too close- and I couldn't give a damn
if I tried.

so I'm casting aside this shirt. drenched in the blood
from the heart that set up camp on the unstable sleeve.
because it's time to take a walk. and leave the footprints behind
because I'm walking on spent time. no use in counting past seconds
when the future holds something I'll never touch.
and the moon is my best friend.
because the stars still have me counting.

so I'm. lost.
penning this nonsense. it's almost like drawing a map
to the place that hurts the most.
only- I can't mark the -x. because even in ink
my tears sink.

so I'll wander.
and hope the stars come out to play tonight.

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