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fakinq-glory:

satanss-mistress

in a year you’ll spill over with the maple syrup of her love
and your facebook will be a torture device i use
when i’m halfdrunk and looking to be
punished

in six months i’ll still call you in the dead of night
but you’ll have stopped answering such a long time ago
i’ll just speak diaries into your answering machine,
endless pointless babble

in three months your messages will still be saved
on my phone and i’ll stay up reading them
just to get off on
feeling my heart crumble

i see our end coming maybe a month or two
from right now,
i can hear it click slowly into the chamber
as you bring the gun around

because baby for a while now you’ve been
falling out of love
maybe it’s you maybe it’s our timeline maybe it’s that
i’m not enough

but baby tomorrow you’ll kiss me hard enough
to turn off the sirens screaming in my head
and i won’t realize you’ve charmed me back into believing
until you’ve taken me to bed

but baby tomorrow we’ll still be a couple
we’ll drink lemonade and laugh at bad jokes and
you’ll unstring yourself just a little bit more and i’ll try
sowing myself to your heart just a little bit closer
we’ll seem like we’re doing just fine
instead of perched on the edge of sorrow

and dear god but do i live
for that love you’ll pretend
tomorrow.

If you close your eyes, you can almost pretend like it’s all going just fine again. /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

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br0k3n-mirr0r:

por favor conchetumare (:

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