theres so much similarity
between when we cry
to when we ****

no emotion
when i shove my hand down your pants
and yours in my hair
just pleasure

but its the thought
the remembering

of a first kiss
first hit

a hold on my neck
teeth to yours

a first date
a blushing glance

your hands down my pants
i kiss at your jaw

a sunrise together
an i love you or two

you throw your head back
i dive in

it brings tears to my eyes

my body compresses

maybe because
when we ****
i feel more pleasure
than i ever have in my whole life

id rather cry after *******
than think about it after feeling.

the grass is wet
so are between her thighs
but im more afraid of going down in wet grass

my back is so sore
from dragging along my burdened lungs
i pant and wheeze
doing all i can to release
all the weight i can
but nothing ever seems
to work
my lungs tie themselves down
forgetting the chains they have on my blood
so for each step
that my foot drops down
each step
that i nearly drop these lungs
let them sink
and go
i nearly drop myself
and drown

the pony is cute
the pony is fat
the pony is loving
and full of ****

I ******* hate you so much
You made me open my veins
And now you've crawled inside

I am going to ******* say it a thousand **** times,
And then once more because
i hate you and
maybe once your gone
my migraines and
self destruction will
leave too.