May 2017
sorry you can’t handle me
at my worst or at my best
my words never mattered
cause his body was closer
and mine was too familiar
my touch is like honey
it’s forever dripping sweet
my words are like rose thorns
they make you cry, pain and beauty
your blood’s on my lips and i’m not sorry
i smile real big, show my teeth
my heart is dying and my lungs are straining
yeah, you’ll never stop hurting me
i’ll work my hardest like always
swear to god you’ll hurt like i do
at my worst or at my best
my words never mattered
cause his body was closer
and mine was too familiar
my touch is like honey
it’s forever dripping sweet
my words are like rose thorns
they make you cry, pain and beauty
your blood’s on my lips and i’m not sorry
i smile real big, show my teeth
my heart is dying and my lungs are straining
yeah, you’ll never stop hurting me
i’ll work my hardest like always
swear to god you’ll hurt like i do
about a relationship or two. it's a mix of your typical teenage heartbreak and a relationship from this year that was far more sinister and close to abusive. i suppose the first paragraph is about the former, the second about the latter. either way, i'll always remember both of them
