Untitled 4/12/12

Calm waters always break like skin (remember your knuckles in my spine as I am face down in another girl’s bed). I have no use for meter as I am under a showerhead (you can drown from the inside now). Remorse is a gift the Good Lord gave to those who can admit what they did (defense divulges guilt when you tie it up like a gallow is your god). I have never felt like you watched me so close (sometimes it could be easier to stop these heartbeats).

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