thirteenzombies

bambismotherscorpse:

Gray chairs cold but here for me, thankfully I don’t miss your skin or the way that you always have something to say. Lose myself in you, cut it in you with my rusty fingers,
what I’d do for one more day without you. I’m leaving again on metal heart breaker,
all I wanted to say was 
fuck you. Miles away but you still seem to be here,
I never took your eyes out of my bag.