In Blood

Yeah, I admit it.

I write with a pen dipped in my own blood,for you.

Yeah, I admit it.

And I’ll smear every word written, for you.

Yeah, I admit it.

I walk around and cry invisible tears, for you.

Yeah, I admit it.

And I’ll taste them on their way down, for you.

Yeah, I admit it.

And when they ask, I’ll act like I don’t care anymore, for you.

Yeah, I admit it.

And I’ll get drunk in the backseat of a car with her, for you.

Yeah, I admit it.

They’re doing 95, playing songs about the club.

My lips being pulled by a set of unfamiliar teeth.

And when we get there, it’ll be fun.

“Twenty Four and there’s so much more.”

But we linger in the back of my head like the name of a song I’m trying to remember.

On the tip of my tongue.

Yeah, I admit it.

AltaLoma 8:53 pm

Reminding you to eat your cereal with a fork and to do your homework in the dark.

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