I. the sound of people naturally scratching their hands across their jeans. it reminds me of you ripping mine off & acting like you couldn't get enough of my lips against yours.
II. my own reflection. it makes me want to scream until I collapse & rip my skin off of my body until there's nothing left but my porcelain bones.
III. the thought of him leaving a trail of love down another girl's neck. it makes me sick to my stomach & I rather drown in ***** & my own blood than watch him slip through my fingers again.
IV. cigarette smoke reminds me of home. home being your arms. but it also makes me want to quit. I won't. so I'll let the smoke conquer me & fill my lungs until I stop breathing & they're charred to the color of ebony.
V. her smile. it floods my mind & pierces every crevasse of my being. she resembles who I used to be & the recollections of us explode like fireworks in my eyes until I can no longer see.
-o.m. // five things that **** me