I've hated you
Despised you
Wanted you dead
Wanted never to hear your voice again
But now
I can't hate you
It means love
Hate means love
In size equivalence
So to rid myself of you
I'm neutral
I don't care
I walk away
Closure
At last
I'm free.

You found me in my sleep
You kissed me while I dreamed
You took my state of darkness
And turned it toward the light
Where I once reached for the moon
And everything between,
You held me close
And my vain aspirations surrendered
For now and forever,
What I need is your arms,
You heart and your face.
The moon can disappear
And I will turn from the sky with a smile
Because I will have your company
My immortal shining sun
To dry my tears
And bathe my skin with light

Until,
the day,
some day comes.
I'm just going
to keep
break, break,
breaking
my heart.
So I
can replicate,
create,
& relate
you,
your
darkest dreams
and
even more
terrifying night terrors.
Welcome, to
The Love Cult.
Bandit is speaking for you.
So you don't have to.

Hi, my name is Jacob & Imma wrist cutter.
Once a cutter, always a cutter.
Addiction, this is kind of like
A.A
but
get rid of the first
A
and replace it with a W.C
and there you have it.
W.C.A.

Our mission is to get all
the active cutters
to cut it out.
Cut, slice, and skin
bad ****
not your body.
It's beautiful without the scars.
& You
DESERVE
to die in a better way.


No one should leave the earth,
passed out,
blue,
cut up
burnt up
dried out
thrown out.
Passed out ,
drowning in a pool of your own blood
is not a glorious end
to a magnificent person.
Cut out cutting.
The Love Cult has
plenty
of band-aids
if you ever wanted to come visit.
Stay a while.
You'll <3 The Love Cult.

Let my write upon
your flesh
all the words I cannot speak,
Tattooing
there forever
how your presence
Leaves me
Weak.

Let me scribe my need
Upon you
In the heat of
lovers
touch,
penning meaning
from my
metaphor
as I show my want
as such.

Let me ink
in sweat and tears
a novel
titled me,
to prove myself
yours only
as at last
my words you see.

Read there upon you body
all the things
I've failed
to say,
knowing they
were written solely
for your heart
to read
each day.