part time lover, full time fucker
open up old wounds for the fun of it
drinking blood from 'homemade' teacups, made in china
love never seemed so fragile
yet i still beat it black and blue for everytime it gave up on me
i wish you could love me back
'us' works well on paper
you always kiss my bruises and cuts
i would slash my lips for a chance to press them to yours
constantly invading my mind
just keep in mind that i am out of mine
i lost the keys and i dont have lockpick skills
sick sick dreams of you wrapping your car around a tree
wishing you dead
maybe then i could finally fall asleep
i want you off my chest, out of my chest
your name flings back and forth in my ribcage and multiplies in my
lungs, just to be breathed out, like
"smoke another cigarette, faggot!"
hot pocket tumours, sleeping soundly inside CAT scans
loyalties broken easy as tibias and fibulas
x-ray eyes
and
radiology poisoning
"my love is electric"
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