I'd rather watch tears roll down your face
than face this aged. framed-portrait of who you were.


we're never what we are. we were what we're meant to never be.
glass painted on a poem in a dark room. she'd cry
those blue-blood songs of ink running dry- and lead.hearted
silhouettes. and we wore the war paint of disaster
it followed us to our fate. tapered the wavering doubt.
drown it out. just drown it out.
in misconceptions

and I watched your smile crack. under pressure
these were no lines of age
stage-exit. style. only this time there was no one to applaud your bow


and these walls talk too much
we're sitting on cloud 9- and it's raining.
and I'm falling- born in the descent. waiting for the ground to give birth

because these stars never shut the fuck up


my hands are trembling.
and I'm waiting for you to shatter.
she's nothing.
and I'm waiting on that trigger finger to point the blame to me.

and her face runs under my tears. it's so beautiful.

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