i want to trace the outline of your jawline
to run my fingers through your hair
good god, give me something to hold onto
all i can ever do is stare

these words are all i can offer
this faith of mine is blind
i can only utter these words of prayer
praying to whatever god you’d be mine

this vodka burns my throat open
it feels a hell of a lot better than your stare
the vowels on your lips tastes so bitter,
it makes me realize you don’t actually care

if this is what love feels like,
i want none of your blazing eyes at all
looking into those draws me deeper
but i’m left alone to endure this fall

//AUTUMN (11-22-16)


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