J.J. Campbell

suicide lovers

your lips tasted
like danger
 
like death was
just around the
next corner
 
your tongue 
danced in my 
mouth like i 
was the 
unexpecting
victim
 
it was a cigarette 
on the front porch
 
the sad reminder
that suicide lovers
will never get a
storybook ending
 
so many years ago
 
now we’re flirting
with death while
burning every damn
bridge along the way
 
sometimes sorrow
is all we can get 
by with
 
like any fucking 
fool
 
we’ll turn it into
something that 
someone will 
think of as 
art

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