Lips Lined with Empty Handles


i water the flowers in my chest with whiskey,

 

dying to drown you out of my system, but i just get drunk

 

your face reflects at the bottom of each shot glass, i fill up just to find you again,

 

it’s raining on my face again

 

and i’m coughing up petals that scream he likes me not

 

just to force feed them back down my throat so maybe some will seed

 

maybe i’ll learn to stomach i meant nothing

 

or maybe i’ll drown waiting for you to

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