The phrase “I love you” tastes like poison in my mouth.
It’s okay, because I’ll never have to say it to you.
You’ll never say it to me.
I’d rather leave scratch marks on your back than an imprint on your heart.
My taste in your beard versus my sentiments in your stomach.
Is that so wrong? Am I such a monster?
When you told me I was intimidating, I threw my head back in laughter.
I’m not making a home in you, just staying for a little while.
The rent is pretty cheap, if I’m being honest. And I’m always being honest.
I want you to break me into a million pieces, but you refuse.
Why won’t you fuck me and forget me?
Why do you have to cradle me like a lost puppy?
I’m a goddamn fire blazing through your life and you’re neither feeding the flames
Nor putting me out. This won’t end well.
Hi all!! Sorry it’s been FOREVER since I posted last. As you can see, I’ve been gathering up things to share!! Can you tell what my mood has been??? Thankfully I’m back to happy, probably happier than I’ve been in a long time!! Hope everyone is doing good, message me with updates!! I’m back!!