5/1/2018 selfisha love fueled by jealousy, rage, and anger is what all of this has come to.
you only want me when you’re sober, I only want you when no on else will come through. I can smell them on your skin, you look at me like I don’t have a clue. it covers your neck, the black and the blue and the marks of red lipstick that have since lost their hue. and tonight I know I’m not the only one that has been touched by you. but still, you won’t let them have whats yours and I refuse to let them taste whats mine. Comments are closed.
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