I’d like to apologize for the skin I’ve separated. Severed and fileted in vein, literally. For the water fall rush of warm liquid that fills my palm, but doesn’t quench my thirst. For the pain I can’t carve out and can’t seem to get enough of. For the Carnegie that is my bathroom floor, an ice skating rink for the depressed.
I’ve never danced with my demons, only begged and pleaded for them to let me stand on my own two feet. But I’ll bury my head in the sand and listen to the music of the ****** that is my favorite karaoke.
I’ll use your grief to scratch sweet relief into the bug bite on my wrist
Have you ever made love to Atlas? I ****** him so many times the earth fell from his shoulders and landed on his back.
I keep my loss in a cup, drink it down then I spit it back up. Just to taste you on my tongue again.
Hey guys I’m kind of struggling tonight, so if anyone would like to message me on here or on Snapchat, Madisonparis is my Snapchat username
When a little sadness creeps in, seeps in all the nooks and crannies of my life I don’t have enough buckets to bail myself out of this sinking ship.