hello?

it's hard to describe, really.

a twist of satisfaction

added to 1/3 of an addiction

has left me with an attraction 

to self distructive

“i will never sleep again” 

kind of thoughts

 

those cross my heart

and hope to die

kind of ideals

that leave me spilling 

 

the ideas and denials of what’s next.

a burning sensation

that rises up your neck.

 

the irregular beating of the heart that is no longer my own.

the malfunctioning mirror that only shows a dirty face.

 

these small stick and poke memories

the ones that leave me with

badly drawn scars

 

these peel-away kind of facts;

traction that has rubbed off my shoes

i, like a circle, have missed the point.

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[twig]

by the way, this may sound like i do heroin...
i don't

hahaha