Surreal

Adding perfection to every sentence I write.
This isn't another sickly written poem but my mind wandering off into deep thought.
I hate when it does that.
These words are real, so real I feel my veins being sliced this very moment
Maybe I don't have a blade
but I do have these plastic nails
I can feel every second of it, I can feel everything, the dirt these plastic nails leave behind.
I'm down for another bunch of tetanus shots.
Digging through my skin, and with every stain of blood
I feel you here; I want you here.
How ironically surreal.
Promise you won't tell.
Seal it with your kiss
Seal it with your tongue wrapped around in other lies.
Don't lie to me again.
I'll end up with a bullet to my skull
Take your pick, but I warn you, I'll beat you with the ace up my sleeve.
you can't walk a mile.
Not in MY shoes.

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