Oct 2012
My eyelids are bruised. Salt drips cake the worry fraugh lines
My insides in chaos. ***** tastes familiar
**** you. I'm tearing a hole in me
For you to fit in
But you keep growing
Eventually there will be nothing left.
My insides in chaos. ***** tastes familiar
**** you. I'm tearing a hole in me
For you to fit in
But you keep growing
Eventually there will be nothing left.
I love you sunshine. But it's too much.
