ten thirteen

all gone to my head.
images. stage lights.
this is the voice you wish you had.
take me with you,
ecstasy,
give me that tab on my tongue
i need it like i need a cancer in my lungs

gorgeous looking so
tortured up and twisted,
pretending to be cute,
but later on,
[when you're all alone again]
when you're [you'll be] naming constellations with a noose
it's only because you wanted to be missed

i almost feel sorry for what i did

the way you put your hand on my mouth,
and i'll stop struggling when you've smiled long enough,
and all those things you whisper in my ear
and all those stories you beg to hear
my dear,
it took everything i had,
but i liked it the hazier you became

sure. i'll hold you.
i'll tell you a story
and i'll tell you a promise
and i'll say "i would die too, with you"
and i would let you eat up
every empty word i said