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471 · Apr 2017
3:17 a.m
rose Apr 2017
I am a lipstick stained cigarette
I am the bullet played in Russian Roulette
369 · Apr 2017
Plea To Bad Habits
rose Apr 2017
Defense against the worthless
The mistaken
The pure
The biting of nails and procrastinating
Losing keys yet finding them in the *** of tea you’ve been meaning to put away for weeks
Never texting that one person back because you’re “too busy”
Sleeping only for twenty minutes
And waking up at 5:00 p.m
On the kitchen floor
After burning, itchy eyes
Because you couldn’t find the motivation to close them
352 · Oct 2017
autumn
rose Oct 2017
black coffee
bookstores
cheekbones and cracked lips
i am sick
267 · Apr 2017
rose Apr 2017
My love is a ****** in slow motion
until you pull the trigger.
Then it becomes an orchestra.
263 · Sep 2017
Untitled
rose Sep 2017
i go through boyfriends
like i go through cigarettes.
i am just another dead battery to you.
238 · Sep 2017
irony
rose Sep 2017
i lie about being a bad liar
and people believe me
221 · Sep 2017
the art of premature burial
rose Sep 2017
the maggots are eating my heart
they think i am dead
i breathe in the dirt
i let you in first
i need you
to make me hurt
211 · Sep 2017
lie with me
rose Sep 2017
morning dew glistens
on my under-eye purple moons
listen.
hear?
it's tranquil.
177 · Sep 2017
orange
rose Sep 2017
i forgot you were still haunting me
you're the figure i see in the dark, the man standing under the streetlight with the reflective halo hovering his head
you're the fire burning in the pit of my stomach
i threw up on that same street
#hell

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