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chess mess Jun 2013
a tidal wave from my heart to my ****
it's disgusting. I adore          you
arteries pumping harder than your hips
where you've touched leaves electric spiders; dancing.
"i want to ******* so bad, right here on the ground"
pushed up against my car: i cant feel my teeth
grab my hair just ******* pull it
smile in the middle of a sloppy kiss; my face still stings
it's disgusting. I adore          you
chess mess Jun 2013
III
starving. just starving for life
nothing but a dark room filled with blankets
i wish i could cry enough tears to drown in,
laugh at myself for being a melodramatic lump of garbage,
and probably cry some more

i used to prefer being stuck at home
now it makes me so insane that i want to die

the hope that you would cheer me up just doesn't do the trick
but i don't want to bother you
kiss them all you want, i don't mind
just send me good vibes from the city and i'll drown in
the pond in the backyard.

passive-aggression makes me sick
and so i'm puking up my guts
third entry from BURN
chess mess Jun 2013
i am your raging lungs
                   will you suffocate within me?
chess mess Jun 2013
wet
can i taste you still?* it seems like      your tongue is slipping
from my mind as quick as    you left the room      /in a hurry
every   single               pore i want to feel:       a non-romance.
can i carry you through           every layer of dirt and soil    ?
i hold only your           pinky finger          through the crowd
of dead flowers and rotting mice                                     i cant
(don t want to) imagine your  face wrinkle in disdain for me
just          wait     until                 tomorrow               morning   .
chess mess Jun 2013
my heart thuds and collapses. my name spills off your tongue and i can hardly praise the gods enough for this gentle storm. can you hear it? purple effervescence tossing me into the brink of the tide like a song of mermaids. the undercurrent takes me by surprise, grinds my skin into the sand. i can finally feel.
chess mess Jun 2013
a delay in my eyes= my head is gone
i had better plans for the future
follow through (a taste of codeine)))
a shakespearian poet once told me that my face would look better with his **** in my mouth
hahaha huh aha they sing baby rattler snake bite bi teME
I TOLD YOU my head is gone  ?   the lines are all mixed up
i cant read you like i can the back of my palms (blckā€¦ tar  )
   crack babies *** want some of    [ REDACTED ]
stop walking by my door i know you want the rent but all i can give you is a black eye
satan mustve been a pretty fun          guy
you think you can Swallow a little bit of my breath
it# barely moves ###
break even-even break my bones before i die
chess mess Jun 2013
i hope there are spiders under my skin
if not - then whats crawling?

                    i feel them constantly
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