To: Benjamin Daisies on the day of our funeralI'm sorry. I will never stop loving you, no matter what I say or do, but I didn't know how else... I don't know what happens now.
Do You Know How This FeelsHave you ever had that feeling where you wanted to rip your hair out? Claw at your arms until they bled... tear your heart into a million tiny pieces... tell everyone you loved the most to go fuck themselves, not to hurt them, but to hurt yourself... have you ever wanted to die so badly but hated yourself too much to take the easy way out? I don't think I deserve to die... I think I deserve to live and suffer. That's why I do drugs, that's why I get myself into fucked up relationships with guys who couldn't care less... because I want my life to reflect how I feel inside. EmptyDo You Know How This Feels
nicotine fixWith a flick of the thumb, the flame sprang to life. Burnt your paper-thin skin, till your insides were ash. Kissed you so delicately, devoured your soul. Felt the smooth, deadly smoke crawl down my throat... Prickly pins and needles, numbing my lips. Standing, swooning, dizzy, light-headed buzz.nicotine fix
Fuck stained fingers and cancerous lungs.
lonelinessIntoxication. You, your blood, your tears, your sweat... your hands all over me, your lips, your eyes... your body entwined with mine... your breath.. warm, soft; against my neck against my belly against my thighs. Your heartbeat, thumping in my ears, pressed against your chest, the rise and fall that comes and goes inhale, exhale. inhale, exhale. I kiss your eyelids, nuzzle my nose against your cheek, curl into the space between arm and torso, my own arm outstretched hand rested on taut abdomen... I kiss your ribs. I close my eyes, &nbloneliness
anyway, nice writing.
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