read my cards fortune teller.

screaming on rooftops & fucking on countertops. falling freely in love with moments and in betweens. forgetting to breathe because fear tastes nice, alive i feel alive yet only when met w/ a torn reality.  truth breaking red coated lips and chipped fingernails gracing scruffed rosy cheeks.  forgetting to shave but i crave that feeling of, a man.  conversation on pause, awkward silences and racking brains to find a sentence.. anything.. we usually have so much to talk about, what happened?  we happened.  life happened.. and it happens.  so we laugh a little and lose focus.  i believe i lost myself in a memory.  attempting to breathe with no hope of strength in sight.. my head is frustrated, my thoughts are repetitive & i'm drowning. 

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