prolougue.
( this really should be called the ending. )

i'll close my eyes, claw at my ears
until i can't hear you screamingshrieks
bursting through these crooked roads;

my knees ram through the pavement
and i write your name across the sidewalk
just to remember i knew you once.

.

(the pill bottle is blue around you lips)


an. i think i'll go simple, or something like that.
deleted lines: i'll be your romeo if you'll be my juilet, i just won't be the one who ended up dead. and: like the fucking kiss of death. and: the ink leaves smuges, and i clawed up your skin into blemishes, like trying to prove you're not worth it.