| I was crazy once.... |


BulimicI'll starve myself concious I'll throw up all through To warp inside The lines of the phone The wires in ground To come out To see you, so loud This beating inside Blood to acid,Bulimic
Without you, it hurts So hard So long Without you, I'm gone.


relax.relax, he tells me. breathe. and so i do. he goes in. i cry out.relax.
moans leak like a pattern. i apologize for all my noise. he says it's beautiful. just like me.
imprinting himself into my skin. drilling deeper. it's a good kind of pain. it's an oxymoronic pleasure, this hold he has over me.
he's up to two now. he's trying something new that makes me melt. the air is hot around us. my groans exhilarate him. i beg for more.
his midas touch makes me ache; my insides twist and tangle


a taxidermist in my spare timeit's always the last week of november when i'm making up statistics to say how awfully uncomprehensible i am. and it's always at exactly a quarter to eleven when i'm writing about nothing except for the vomit in your eyes or the blood in your mouth or another cliche of how pissed off/upset/overdramatica taxidermist in my spare time
i am
not in love, and i am not dressing corpses in your clothes, and i am not in love, and i am not lying to 500 strangers right now, and i am not in love, and i am not pretending that the sweat in your hair or the vomit on your skin or
| I was crazy once.... |
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meh, it's all french ta me!
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Open up a little happiness today.
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