today i felt like ****
so i drank a bunch
of antioxidants
i went home to
take a bath for an hour
couldn't stand up
in the shower

i'm dead meat

mascara, bubble gum,
and hallucinogens
i take my birth control
like i take my
vitamins

(i always forget)

i'm trying to be
a good girl this time
i wake up every morning,
and stay alive
i know i'm pretty ******
but at least your mine

i'm broken glass

you're killing me,
drawing me in.
petting my hair and rubbing the back of my neck
the peachy fuzz standing up with the light brushing of your hands
you keep my icy hands warm,
you melt me
and you make sure blood drips into the right places
and you whisper sweet things into my ears with your milky voice.
you dip me into syrup and lay me on the bench outside
you watch the flies lick the sweetness off of me
you let them get carried away
you watch them nibble at my sugary skin
you watch the bites ooze with blood
like i'm a maple tree being tapped
i'm stuck to this bench that you left me on
left feeling the sharp lips kissing and biting my flesh
and you just get up and leave.

after the last time I made the foolish mistake of believing that everyone has good intentions
I promised myself I wouldn't trust anyone again
but, you see
the thing is that I didn't have to.
there's something about those eyes that reminds me of the way mother nature lovingly replenishes the earth's soil with rain.
and the first time I saw them, I knew I didn't have the option of loving you.
upon meeting you, I immediately fell in love with you.
trust me, I curse at myself every time I sleepily type "I love you more" at 1 a.m. when we're both too **** stubborn to close our eyes and drift off. but, for once, a large part of me believes that you'll stay.