No Lungfuls of Hope
NO LUNGFULS OF HOPE
In the beginning, you are uttering sugary words
Words that surprisingly became schmaltz for me
And I used to believe them
Cos I was lame back then
Your slippery mouth that distorted candor like cherry stems
Just like fangs of a rattlesnake
Scratches. Swelling.
Leaving the subtle types of bane
I don't know if I'll hate you or myself
But one thing is for sure
I don't like you anymore
Subsuming your alp of thrills
And If I am inside the car right now
Maybe looking at the rearview mirror
Watching your body smolder in ashes
You. Are. Not. Worthy.
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