Monday, June 23, 2014

Love Letters

Dear Percocet,

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that

Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react

Falling slowly
Eyes that know me
And I can't go back

Moods that take me
And erase me
And I'm painted black

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that

Love,
Becky

P.S. Games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

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Dear Becky,

I wanna spread the news
That if it feels this good getting used
You just keep on using me
Until you use me up

Fondly,
Percocet