DONT GET ME STARTED ON A BLANK PAGE AND THE THINGS YOU DO TO FILL IT UP. DONT GET ME STARTED ON MY ***** MIND AND ALL THE THINGS I DO TO CLEAR THE MUCK.
CLEANSE MY ******* BODY,
IM A WASTE OF MONEY HONEY. I NEED A DEEP RINSE AND A DEEP CONDITIONING. I NEED TO RELAX. I TAKE A HOT SHOWER AND A HOT BATH. ALL SOAP AND SUDS, I HOPE THIS IS GOOD ENOUGH.

She ***** him in the shower and when she's done she washes love down the drain with ***. Says "See you later" to a man she'll never see again And spends the next few weeks wondering about it... I ask her if it's worth the anxiety but she never responds. Maybe these acts remind one that they are loveable even when they are not loved?

She wants to know what its like to be the enemy, I tell her their hate has no **** remedy.
I am good at that, good at being disliked And I put people on my bad side all the time.

Yes, you hate yourself so much you want everyone to believe how selfish, ugly and rotten you are and you let them see all the true parts of yourself that are mean and bad, that would have been a secret in anybody else. You prove to the crowd that you are fowl and you speak out loud to yourself of the evil and the desires and the feelings you reasonably shouldn't have. You do not want them to look at you with kindness you prove you are not worth it and you put everybody, everybody on your bad side.

This is where I am.
Setteling like the dust between my floorboards...
With the dust even...
Honestly, I find myself on the ground a lot and this room has big windows and the light comes in at a slant and I can watch the lint dance from the curtains and hit the floor, like that, like me. Yes! I can watch the dust settle and not be restless at all!

You are just as lovely
as a sunset,

Beautiful hues of pink,
seep from your pores.
Astonishing shades of orange,
flow from your hands.
Purple and blues
slide from your eyes.

But eventually the sun sets
and I will be left with black wishing for all those hues to come back.

k.w

They say that when an artist dies, God lets them paint the sky and lately I've been thinking a lot about what my sunset would look like

I've used my mouth as a shovel before
I've gotten the dirt out of people
I've brought their knees to the floor
I've been an animal
I've been down on all fours

I was the ******* dog at your feet
I was begging for the treat

so I've been stained a bit
Drained a bit
I've been dragged around and around
I've been the quiet one and
I've been too loud

and I've been one to slither away
all my friends call me a snake
but
this is it
this is as bad as it gets
***** to be stuck
***** to ****



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it's hard to have a home and stay in it
it's hard to have a hobby and stick to it
and it's hard to find love and then sleep with it ... Me? I'm a monster all the way down. I've done things and I'm not proud.