I don't want your filthy hands caressing my curves.
Please remove your hands from my chest, you're hurting me.
I am begging you, don't take away the only innocence I have left.
No, I don't want you on top of me, you're crushing my fraile body.
Get off of me.
Shouldn't these pleas be enough for you to stop?
don't tell me you love me.
don't tell me you loved me if you broke me.
don't tell me you love me if you manipulated me.
don't tell me you love me if you wanted her body.
don't tell me you love me if you left me.
don't tell me you love me,
because you're lying.
sometimes to fix a broken heart,
you have to hurt it even more than the last time
it was in pain.
don't waste your time on a broken butterfly like me,
when you can have a blossoming caterpillar like her.
i just now, fell worse,
just a scrape of a blade
let tears fall to my cheeks
that didn't damp for months
the rain from my eyes
that shouldn't have came today
for the pouring sorrow streaming down my face
pushed me into a dreadful relapse.
for the relapse washed away my months of broken efforts away
with my tears.
my cries of blue
and my arms of red
my efforts are broken
and better left unsaid.
i want to be envied by girls
not the envious.
i want to see my ribs bulge out of my skin.
i want my wrist to be as small as 7 year olds.
i want to be as small as my self esteem.
when the cold tears arrive,
and the warm love rots.
the black darkness of hate,
stays the same.
oh hey, it has been a while!