i am beginning to blur at the edge… i’ve been becoming something of lo… i think i’ve wanted this storm lon… that it will wash me away with it.

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.

we’re dogs at your door, but i’m a mutt and he’s a purebred… he wants the bed and i’ll take the… it’s whatever you want. i’ll be whatever you want.

i’m in love with sharks in aquariu… here’s the thing: there’s nothing… more than a shark tank in big citi… there’s so many of them, and they’… they go through every endless circ…

i’m spilling red wine on your whit… it’s on purpose, just so i can poi… look! we match ‘cause my white shit is already st…

i loved you. i think it’s importan… i stored love for you in places i… i loved you in states of yours tha… i loved you. when you screamed so loud that the…

when i told you i was crazy, i was… that there was your warning, but y… you don’t have enough heartbreak i… i’ll fix that for you, free of cha… “a penchant for manipulation,”

i flick the lighter on, on, on off. a useless fidget, one that turns my thumb gray and r…

but i don’t think you were ever built to be a mother, and i never learned how to love you without it burning me from the inside out. i was raised to trust you through every betrayal and...

blurred around the edges took a couple naps today. almost started a fight, then i didn’t and held someone ins… i feel lucid and fluid.

i’m in love with the sun. a constant burning, barreling towa… too bright to look at, but hot eno… if the sun was a person, she’d nev…

i’m busy with bruised legs covered… i’ve got my black boots kicked up… on a hot swing set in the backyard of a church that doesn’t want me. i’m saying fuck, getting familiar…

just puked up cookie batter; sending my love to illinois.

you go to touch me, and i bite your soft, warm fingers… then when you’ve left, i cry because i’m cold.

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