i miss you

smoke your seventh cigarette and i'll walk on broken glass and wait for you to notice.
love leaves me scarred with hate born from bleeding, reading too much into every mistake.
remember the nights we would...
"let's not go on about it. i hate seeing you like this, but what can i say?"
i hope you know i think about you, and the word that screams in my head is 'betrayed.'
i'm faking my own death again, in the hope that it brings clarity or a sense of salvation.
kill me faster, please. i can't keep up.

The End

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