the sky stained our fingertips

February 5, 2009
i don't know how this works,
with a pop of the bottle
and a sweet whisper of jealousy
you wrapped your arm around my waist
and tried to grab my hip ' ***.

i let you bite
my already bleeding lips
and started wearing more eyeliner,
more baggy clothes
and stopped caring all together.

the sun is warm ' but the rain has come ' and my heart is out to get you.

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