Golden Hour

June 12, 2018

for every lie you’ve ever told me: a pinprick of light in the Void

for every part of me you’ve left shattered: a cigar lit

for every atom of my body that you’ve tainted with your hands: the glint of evening light on a stolen rolex

smoke curls around them, obscuring them slightly so that their beings seemed to flicker in and out of existence 

(the setting sun taking my sanity down with it)

the hazy light of dusk (alcohol) makes it harder to see you

and easier to see them

(i’m losing pieces of you and im not sure if this should frighten me)


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