And all because the way you say my name is different

I want to be that lit cigarette between your lips

The one that you live for and that slowly kills you

I want to be the angel wing tattoo that’s just behind your right ear

And watch your hair rise like smoke as you slowly drown in the Devil’s whispers

I want to be the burned skin on your palms

Scars that are shaped like life’s map

I want to be the chaser to your alcohol

That you choke on until Heaven stops the rain

I want to be the pages that you wrap your body in every night

As you cry tears that oil your broken heart

Tell me what you think

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: