Ex-lover's Craving

Broken tiles in the bathroom stalls,
What luck,
Your weapon of self-destruction is all yours
And if I had it my way,
I would take it all back
For the ending ain't worth
The rush that was consumed
At the top of the cliff

Free

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I loved and craved it then
Can I get more often this fall
Is there more to be severed
As your self-destruction bleeds you dry

Fuck
Mother
Fuck
God
Save me
(I swear, I was predisposed – promise)

I'm free-falling
From a craving
For free-falling
And
Love
It's the same craving you get,
For it
Just like the snow
You let cut you up
It's all the same
Craving
For
Craving
Lusting
Into
Your desires
Craving to craving
Lovers to snow