Hatfield Juliana
Only Everything
Dying Proof
You need more heat.
This is a recurring theme.
You die in flames in my dreams.
I need to get more sleep.
This is what you always say.
Lying in a junkie's way.
finding you
turning blue
it's easy to
discern the truth
i can see
what not to do
one look at you
the dying proof
Pick up your cigarette.
forgot what I said.
It's so hard to care what you do.
You say, Look at me respectfully.
I can't
If life is a performance, and I am not an actor,
am I supposed to lie down and die?