I hope your lips are lonely,
That they feel abandoned
And they’re quivering.
I hope your bed is cold at night,
I hope you’re fucking shivering.

I hope your giant heart falls out,
Slips like mine out from my sleeve.
I hope you chest cavity caves in
Every fucking time you breathe.

I hope that you find people,
That there’s a line, a streak for you.
But most importantly
I hope you know
That I hope none of this is true.

2 thoughts on “

Leave a Reply

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 )

w

Connecting to %s