We’re fighting outside a sports bar,
and I’m smoking a cigarette
dulled by the rain.
//
You insisted on living in
the apartment with the view
of the empty billboard,
bare-boned words
tracing crowded skylines.
//
White paint is peeling
like the skin I accidentally bit off your lip
when…
(Source: a-m-a-b-i-l-i-s--i-n-s-a-n-i-a)
