Runaway Runaway

๐“ฑ๐“ช๐”‚๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ

lines, bottles, pipes, 

you on my bed,

tangled in the sheets,

I swallowed what you fed.

 

perhaps if I had shame,

then I would've declined,

but when I killed myself

I didn't die.

 

angelic as a demon,

but I ran away with you.

everything's my fault,

the gun is clicking,

I'm still breathing, experiencing.

I'm so fucking through.

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