Saltwater

Thu, 07/04/2013 - 18:54 -- swinter

Someday she’ll find

I’ve left my head

Sometime she’ll fine

I won’t get out of bed

I’m a pathetic

Pretentious

Waste of plastic

I can’t take my face so I’ll bathe it in acid

Take what I don’t have

And give it away

She’s my vector for loving

And hating the same.

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