909

how can i want to save someone i’ve never met

“the gods won’t lend a hand to everyone.”

it's so easy to cry for you, stranger.

it's cold without you

promise you'll meet me when we're both ready

the train station floor is dirty and familiar

liar

every flyer on the wall riddled with pride and the stories of sinners

though the angels concoct more hurt in a day than i could in all the weeks i've known their names

we still let them

every androgynous face holding a bottle too tight

every girl

or something like that

with eyes poisoned by hatred and the fire we started together

every shaky voice at half past three screaming for any kind of release from remembering

every whore in the neighbor's living room missing who they used to be

every mediocre singer bound by fate to thursday's jitney back home

every bruised shin and glossy undereye circle forced to suck up the nausea for the sake of

the family behind the goddamn picket fence

man's best friend and his good girl too

the unwanted gaze of mars and his friends is yet another sucker punch you're compelled to take

almost in the same way you've taught yourself to take i love you with a grain of salt.

right stranger?

let me walk you home in all your glory

sing you the songs jesus never meant for us to hear

keep up.

"consequences for all the stupid things i say."

harder to admit you might be the monster isn't it

but i know you

i prefer to blame it on the drugs

wouldn't you

stranger