this is how it starts
I remember the sound of my stomach tying itself when I saw your text response that consisted of a simple "of course"
stumbling out your front door with streaks of muck on my face I replied; this will be fatal.
a million footsteps away but you're still stomping on my toes so. i made it out of that town but [why am i still in your bed [why can't I get away. is it because I gave you my cerebrum? my muscles aren't moving.
there's a record player in my living room, is this the end- it plays a symphony to me. it's talking now, the music notes are animated and walking towards me, this isn't living. there is no room for me inside of you anymore.
it was a while in, we're from different worlds, my clothes were off, but I wasn't naked, at least that's what I thought and what I wanted. I look to the left and there's a syringe, I realized you've ripped my wings right out of my back but it took me two years to understand, it wasn't you.
it's 7 o'clock and I'm gritting my teeth to keep down the words I never said but little did I know I was suffocating myself.
there cannot be love without self hate, don't you dare compare me to still water when you know I'm the eye of the storm. I hear the clicking, [like a constant reminder of my teeth chattering when you said you were going to leave the page blank. they'll use your damp mascara as ink to permanently type X's into your wrists.
my preference of Russian roulette is your tongue and I never understood why you tell me that Im prettiest when crying, maybe it's because your ******* is the one that makes me seem beautiful to you but not to the others.
the ruby slippers to take me home, the ruby river flowing out of my nose, you gave me both.