A Sleep on the Floor

Foosball Addict. Musician at Heart. (Currently home, writing a new album with the band, and myself.)

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- Feb 26
February 25th, 8:48 PM

My hands burn with fire
Tear my skin to give the pain a place to escape
I sidestep my sadistic desires
But I need a crutch to take its place

I tasted her - Not in the way you taste an apple
In a way that her heart scraped against mine
Toxically intertwined
Now, I grapple

With life, with love
With loss, with trust
With everything outside myself
Within myself
- #Words
- #Poetry
- #I wrote this
- #For you
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These are my thoughts, experiences, and some things that keep me going; From the road, from home (Long Island), and wherever in between that may be.

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