i want to fucking tear you apart just to breathe in the smell of the blood that i tasted in your mouth. everything looks rosy right now, and i want to cleave you as sudden as the smile ...

i love saying no, and watching men who are not accustomed to hearing… grow mad and confused. betrayed by the idea of me ruining… and not the other way around.

i’ve got, “i miss you” carved over and over again on my sternum. skin raised and red, but it’ll dull down to a scar. just like the ones on your forearms that i saw when it was just you ...

i’m sitting in an old 2000s chevy with r&b music playing loud from t… my shoulders slipping out from und… and i’m either a sex symbol or something holy.

it’s ugly how time moves. how places that you used to fit in… the kitchen cabinets, the space between your closet shel… don’t fit you anymore.

i’m chasing shadows down alleyways… i love to walk backwards in parkin… spinning around to grin at the moo… or god forbid, you. just breathing in mist and thc.

i love you and isn’t that it? isn’t that a slur? to say i love you, when your father spilled that

there’s something about flowers an… you ask someone why they pick flow… “because they’re pretty.” you ask someone why they pull weed… “because they’re ugly.”

is it too late to admit i loved yo… even through it all? summers over, but i still feel it on my skin.

i love it when fading sunlight hit… lighting up my eyes and every line… then, i start understanding why i… but, when it’s not dawn or dusk, i’ll close the blinds and curtains…

there has got to be something fuck… that would ever make you look at m… “yeah, i want to love that.” and there has always been somethin… that keeps hoping someone will cho…

i’m asking you to sunbake me, politely. i want to melt into the cracks, like earth-ending dinosaur juice.

i want to cry and count all your f… decorate your face with stickers a… then maybe you could hold me and w… do you think?

i am the parasite and i am the hos… i’m cold and my hair is falling ou… i haven’t eaten in awhile but my t… no one knows how to pull this hung… because i am the sickness and i am…

my ma stuck that knife in me straight down to the hilt. she treated the knife like a nail, and treated her fist like a hammer… i pulled it out, bit by bit,