There’s nothing safe about your affection
when it’s followed by your sheets
strangled round my neck,
begging & pleading.
For the love of god stop eating.
You’re attracted to perfection
and it’s pretty ******* ******
if you ask me.

What flaws of yours can I have?
Or could I even have my own?
But if you hate me now like I hate myself
then I’d be better off alone.
And I’ll probably dump your stupid ***
over something not worth fighting for
but I’ll live through hell for 3 more years
if you say that you love me more
than that ******* *****
you were crushing on for 6 months
though I doubt she’ll ever give you a rub
I know you’ll always want one.