flipped

i almost forgave you for everything you're not on the 101 last night. blood glowed in the light. a backward glance revealed a smiling face. i don't let myself dream anymore. fragile glass dreams that shatter when you slam the door. the pieces won't go back together after breaking all those times and i didn't mean to punch a hole through the wall when i thew that bottle. i was just sad. too many broken dreams turned into all i ever had.

(good friends stay on your side, always ready to listen, like the ocean. i've got good friends flung far across the continent, bad friends right here sucking me dry. so quick to toast our friendship, so quick to say goodbye.)

pristine darkness, consume me. take my bodily offering to the gods. remove this searing pressure. make it fade away as the ocean gently laps on the sand. dirty hair, dirty skin. less of a sin when you're both out for nothing.