i am writing you love letters
on the pavement.
chalk dust on my hands
and on my shirt,
i draw stars for you,
because you always said how you never got to see them
in the city,
it was all bright lights and tall buildings
and lies.

(I hope you choke on them)

i’m spelling out your betrayal
while a blonde girl takes her pictures
and I light my cigarette.

i’ll make history for you,
baby, lets bleed and pretend.

my reflection and i
share our memories of you
like they were omissions
of betrayals.

i draw stars next to my eyes
with blue eyeliner
and i paint your name across my fingertips.

(the secret is,
you are all alone)

a/n: yeah, this sucks. sorry.