I will leave my words here now scattered upon the floor as I have so many times before gather them or discard them reject them or suspect them scorn them or pity them love them or lose them or simply dismiss them as you have done so many times before
I wonder if you know that you're my muse so inspired by your torturous beauty the way you erupt and emotionally bruise that deep velvet burgundy over plain flesh I will always choose. You are the worst thing I have ever met and I love you put a ring on your finger, take you forever I am an artist, it's what I do.
Formless weapons; words really do hurt Under the guidance of your tongue trigger, bullets mixed in with your spit, and the gun smoke in your raspy voice -was all but enough to **** a man's character