My feet are mirrors of
the eggshells I've...

I taste you in the air.
Ragged breaths of bittersweet...

Words fall from my
mouth much like...

I've made Hell feel like home-
and it's the closest thing to...

Time
is a fickle illusion that...

The ashes from my cigarette
fall intermittently and mix...

I thirst for routine.
Even as my shoes are swallowed up by...

You'd think after drowning repeatedly
that eventually I'd learn...

Bankrupt eyes are
fixated heavenward...

Are you to blame for stealing
matches from my book...

Sarcasm drips off your lips,
maliciously corroding my throat...

I've been stealing sneaky
lunar kisses twixt...