We sat on the edge of the bridge
Throwing our cigarettes off of it
We always said that we should quit
Before they kill us
But god knows we'd kill eachother first
We've always been so good with loaded words 

You threw your last smoke off the bridge
And with the fireball whisky you spit
It ignited with flames that you lit
But I fed your fire
And the devil knows the mistakes you made
He also knows how skilled I am with a blade 

Your blade feels at home
When it's lodged in the bones
In the small crevaces of my back
At least my knife in your chest
Shows when I'm not at my best
I have little more tact than that 

The holes you punch in your walls will never leave bruises on me
The doors that you slam just make it harder for you to leave
Another guy with a black eye you wish you could have given me 
Yet the rain in this town soaks you head to toe in sympathy

Best friends til the end -
But the end is what friends like us need 

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Sophie Morley

Tue 25th Jun 2019 15:14

That third stanza 10/10 x

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