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Needle Marks |
Man's best friend can't even bark
And I'm checking her arms for needle marks
An addiction merely lights the spark
Breaking down as you broke my heart
Fuck around in her wedding gown
Fight or flight, just make sure you deal right
Never knew what real love felt like
He's a dick and she's still a Dike
Some nights I want to heal right
But, that shit don't feel right
So I sip cocaine from steel pipes
I mean, you don't know how shit goes down behind closed doors
I mean, you could say my insecurities are whores
Who gives blow jobs to feelings that I'm done fighting for
Fuck that, I'm just lying more
Crying more
Fuck it, I want to be the living proof that's dying more
Sweet and sour, but my sour is poured
Nobody made me feel safe, nobody made me feel secure
Nobody saw my blood dripping from the fucking floor of my fucking pours
Of course, I am insecure
(previously published in The Scarlet Leaf Review)
copyright 2018
Darrell
Herbert |
