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 
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 
we’ll turn it into
something that 
someone will 
think of as 

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