A boy more poisonous than myself?
How could I deny that whiskey covered tongue down my throat?
His hand on my thigh felt like fire or salt in a burn.
The way his brown eyes sunk into mine was like a knife into my neck.
And I liked the way I was bleeding out.
Pulled me in close and our lips slowly locked.
Until the next morning did I realize what I had done.
This isn't what I wanted,
I regret all I do.
I relapse from it all and cover up the self hate.
I'm not sad, I'm not lonely, I have this ***** I need nothing else.
I am constantly falling apart and trying to ruin everything good.
I am toxic.
Toxic to myself.
Toxic to those who risk to love me.
Toxic.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 9:19 AM UTC
A boy more poisonous than myself?
How could I deny that whiskey covered tongue down my throat?
His hand on my thigh felt like fire or salt in a burn.
The way his brown eyes sunk into mine was like a knife into my neck.
And I liked the way I was bleeding out.
Pulled me in close and our lips slowly locked.
Until the next morning did I realize what I had done.
This isn't what I wanted,
I regret all I do.
I relapse from it all and cover up the self hate.
I'm not sad, I'm not lonely, I have this ***** I need nothing else.
I am constantly falling apart and trying to ruin everything good.
I am toxic.
Toxic to myself.
Toxic to those who risk to love me.
Toxic.
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