i know the bites on your neck were wrong i was told not to leave traces of my Self
because i do not belong
sorry for screaming your name
(but i guess it was worth it)
when you choked me and said quiet down
the stain on my ******* looks like the ****** mary
(i think she's mad at me) because i begged you to **** me
sideways and backwards
digging screaming sweating pounding sighing
the ****** mary is crawling out of my ***** trying to make me
pure
you are the closest tangible thing and you don't even exist
still thinking about you a year and four months later i guess