When I love,
I won’t be mad. By mad I mean
asking stupid questions like,
‘how will you make me whole’?
If I am full of scratches and need someone
to stitch me up then I might call it
‘help’ not love.
When I love, I’ll ask you:
‘How are you going to destroy me’?
What part of me will you eat first?
Is my mouth worthy of your blood?
Is my blood worthy of your mouth?
How would you crack me open?
How would you let my demons stop singing?
When I love you,
be rest assured I am not yet a monster.
It’s a challenge for you
to make one out of me.
I don’t say, make me violent
or evil and scary.
I say, here I am.
You have all the power to ruin me
and I will let you but deep in my skin,
my tissues are aching and begging you
not to do it. But still
you won’t hear me say, don’t.
I’ll scream, do it, do it, do it.
Rip me to pieces.
Here are my hands.
My hair. My teeth. My knees.
Here are my secrets my mother
does not have any idea about.
Here is my bravery.
My faith. My innocence.
Take them. Take them with you.
Burn them or throw them in the lake
until what’s left of me is me and my name.
Then tell me you still want me.
You’d still touch me.
Without any apology.
money can’t buy happiness but it can buy a false sense of security and fruity alcoholic beverages to numb the pain and honestly what’s the difference
cosmo sex tip #327: when your partner bites you on the neck or drags their fingernails down your spine, gasp “that is mAHOGANY!”
its pretty fucking crazy that i’m supposed to decide what i want to do for the rest of my life in a few months like hello my mom still talks to the doctor for me??
1. DENNY’S PARKING LOT
2. UNDER A BRIDGE
3. DOLLAR TREE
4. MOM’S GARAGE
5. IN A U-HAUL GOING 100 MPH