…lyft

…icy blue eyes-

gorgeous icy blue eyes-

as beautiful as the perfect blue.

such a handsome one-

but he was drowning on lifes’ air in front of me-

like one cut and he’d bleed out pain-

black and bruised drips from ivory white skin-

said his vice was the bottle-

his fix for the hurt that went away, 

yet returned over and over and over again-

two liquor, three liquor, four liquor, five-

said the same vice that healed, 

gave five fcks to his life-

gave five fcks to his mind-

but he tries and tries and tries,

and will try and try and try-

I picked my hair out as he talked-

anxious habits listening to the confessions of anxious habits-

we maybe locked eyes once- 

he didn’t cyclops me, I didn’t cyclops him-

yet the facade was ever so clear-

that one glance of those icy blue eyes-

those gorgeous icy blue eyes-

and that vice that seems to heal,

but gives five fcks to the life-

but gives five fcks to the mind.

two liquor, three liquor, four liquor, five-

-some souls you never forget.

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