Apr 8, 2018
“You’re an angel I’m a mess but darling I’ve got nothing left The skin I wore when we first met surely has by now been shed So I’ll paper over what I lack, I’ll fill in the pores and cracks I hope whatever you were running from Didn’t catch you when you thought that you were gone And I crossed another border, further from home for the third time this week I wish I had the intelligence or identification to buy a phone I’d give anything to hear you speak Say something sweet Say something nice to me.. Then throw me in the fucking river I’ll feed something if I drown”
