I take a deep breath
You grab the steak knife
You part your lips
I cock the semi-automatic
You don’t make eye contact with me
I stare at my shoes
And we dwell in this articulate world of pain
You’ve heated the fire,
I’ve sharpened the needles
You say it’s complicated
And I start bleeding
I force a smile
And send poison pumping through your system
I can’t see
You break a bottle and the glass goes into the ocean
I drink, and you drink from this ruined thing
And it’s Shakespeare and teeth marks for breakfast
The wind blows your hair
And my hair
This is the kind of torture that leaves beautiful scars.














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