Thursday, December 31, 2009

two thousand 9

on the eve of a decade
things haven't change (but why would they)
blurry eyed
more pills than friendships
on the way to the 911
i'm a cut(ter) about the rest
"we'll sleep when we're dead"
can't come soon enough
heart headed
the only heart burn I have came right off your lips
itchy head minus itchy trigger finger
ive only got bulleyes on chests and promises
hunting for broken hearts to get lost in

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