MissVintageLovee

so we trudge back into the sleazy lairs of our bedrooms crowns of broken children's paper on our heads a flash of red smiles, heads juicily thrown back, a watery glint in the eye and the door hits our faces. we walk the streets with our heads trailing backwards, sunlit smoke vapour wiping the buildings around us. skipping like drunks, like we own the place. we never will. wake up at whatever o'clock with apricot yoghurt-orange hues hitting our faces cheap cotton sitting on our rough skin, smudge eyes dirty of yesterday's waterless alcohol night and choke over someone you picked up from a pavement crack. translucent paralysing

i drop lines of veins into my sore, sore mind the blood is heavy and streaked with my heart as i stretch my jaw to fit a sore breath, the guilt feeds and swirls in from rusty roads down my throat i never meant to do you any harm but the harm is done. i lie by your head. it lies on my hand. i lay in a morning-breath room of brown shadows and stale clothes on a wire hanger with you until the morning because you lost your trust in me. i never meant for it to be this way, but my eyes tore the tracing paper apart and found their weakness i just wanted to clear the hazy blue wonder in me but you lost your trust. now i have soft panels