I dont like to share my own work. Lyrics. Poems. Whatever you want to call it. But really, what am I going to do with them? I will never have the balls to do anything with it. Been there done that. Im not chasing a dream, and thats not knocking anyone who is. Sometimes all these words, they get so clouded in my head that i cant breathe until k get them. They usually go along with a random tune but that is irrelevant. They consume me, so i spit them out at 2am and there they hide on pages. So, maybe this blog is taking a turn of direction, maybe it will be full of wacked out poems and of my kid. Soms from years ago... some to still be written. Anyway, if you use my words on this blog. Fucking quote me and hand out some credit for my brain firing off would ya? Stealing is fucked up. Not that I would know either way... just dont be shitty humans ok?
I didn't kiss you, I wanted to, I watched your lips as you spoke and tried to convince myself that neither of us will taste like betrayal. Be it your taste, and I strike a match on my way out the door. The shaking in my hands never subsided, the air in my lungs never thinned back out. Be it betrayal you taste on my own lips, sending me back into a black closet hysterical in every sense of the word convincing you that I will swallow the poison and the medicine all in one dose if only you could break some steal and feel me again. Had I kissed you and tasted home, my feet would follow you. We never risked it. Nothing but a warning shot, im coming for you.
-CL
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