Bitter Damage

You taste like damage

Vodka and cigarettes

Mixed with bitter regrets

Your eyes are the shadows of my demons

But even they know better reasoning

At least they know the difference of falling

And having doubts of the truths you were lying

Your comfort is too delicate

As if you’ll break me with a single touch

You did that by building it up

Then knocking it down

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