I AM FEELING NOSTALGIC TODAY / YOU KNOW THAT FEELING? / WHEN IT FEELS LIKE YOUR HEART HAS SUDDENLY PERISHED / UNDER THE WEIGHT OF A THOUSAND / TRASHY MEMORIES / BLEEDING MEMORIES / DAMN / WHEN YOUR RIBS / ARE PULLING AGAINST YOUR FLESH / TO PUSH YOUR PATIENCE
COME AND FADE ME / WRAP YOUR TRAGIC FINGERS AROUND MY THROAT / BRUISE MY EARS WITH YOUR WHISPERS / SCREAM MY NAME / TELL ME I'M OK / I WANT YOUR REASSURANCES / COME ON / TELL ME TELL TELL ME
CAN YOU WHISPER SOME LIES IN MY EAR? LET'S BE BEST FRIENDS WITH THE GREEK GODS
THEY'RE SORT OF TRAGIC BUT SO ARE WE
YOU ARE PLAYING GAMES WITH MY SOFT PATIENCE AND I HATE IT
STOP IT
DAMN / WHY DO MEMORIES ALWAYS HAVE TO BLEED BACK / INTO THE SAME SKIN / THAT HAS BLED MILLIONS OF TIMES BEFORE / YOU BRUISE MY WRISTS / AND BLIND MY EYES / GIVE ME LILACS / TO STUFF IN BETWEEN THE VOID OF MY RIBS / COME AND SELL SOME LIES TO ME PLEASE / I WANT THEM CHEAP / THE SAME COLOR GRAY / DENT MY MIND / WITH YOUR GODLY FINGERS / COME AND FADE ME
LET ME PRAISE YOU / I'M FEELING KIND OF NOSTALGIC TODAY / I WANT YOU TO REMEMBER MY TEARS / TWISTED UNDER THE PALMS OF YOUR / BLOOD STAINED HANDS / I WANT YOU TO REMEMBER MY PLEAS / STREAKING DOWN YOUR GODLY THIGHS
I LISTEN TO THE SAME SONGS OVER OVER OVER / DAMN BROKEN RECORD / I WORSHIP THE SONGS / WE DANCED TO IN THE MIDNIGHT HOURS / FRESH TOP TEN ON THE VOICE / STATIC TV / DIM LIGHTS / HANDS SCRAPING THE HOTEL ROOM CEILING / WE WERE DANCING ON THE BARE MATTRESS OF YOUR HOTEL ROOM BED / SMILES UNDERNEATH THE THIN SKIN OF OUR FACES / WHY AM I CRYING STOP STOP
DEVINE GODS / DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY DO TO PEOPLE / UNTIL THEY SEE BRUISES / ON THE SHARPER SIDE OF THEIR HEARTS / THAT'S WHEN THEY DO ALL THE STEREOTYPICAL THINGS
GODS DO WHEN THEY'RE WEEPING AND DRIVING THEIR FISTS THROUGH THE SKY /
RED HANDS / GOLD HEARTS / TWO AM SMILES / THE1975 ON REPEAT / YOUR ARCHING SMILE / THROW THE CARDS / CAN WE FINISH THE GAME / YOU'VE GOT FLOWERS GROWING FROM YOUR BLISTERED EYELIDS / PASS THE WATER BOTTLE / I'M FEELING NOSTALGIC TODAY
DO YOU HEAR ME / I WANT TO WRAP TWO WHITE FISTS / AROUND YOUR THROAT / I WANT TO DIG MY WHITE TEETH / INTO YOUR FACADE / WITH A STRENGTH THAT YOU'RE TOO AFRAID OF / DID YOU HEAR THAT ? I KNOW THE RECIPE TO MAKE YOU CRY AND THAT'S AN ACCOMPLISHMENT OF ITS OWN
-I KNOW IT'S TRASHY AND CLICHE, BUT YOU BEAT ME AT THAT LAST CARD GAME AND YOU NEVER DID SAY SORRY
ALTERNATIVELY NAMED : I'VE GOT THE RECIPE RIGHT; EVEN THE GODS CRY
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some pretentious poetry for you guys ? ?
i'm really in a nostalgic mood today and this is apparently the only poem i could come up with.
