the border line
is paper thin
between heaven and hell.
shove your jesus
down my throat
because its too late to tell.
ill chew it up
but spit it out
and leave you in the dirt.
today is fucked
tomorrows blind
your loss, what would it hurt.
ill break your wrists
if you reach for me
so dont bother looking back.
youve broken it once
paint my smile red
to cover whats empty and black.
so save your time
and save your word
for i'm a hopeless shame.
your words cant break
this white hot fever
its your broken word to blame.
my poems.
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