May 2014
I whisper “I hate you”
Into the small of your back
So you can carry my anger
In between your shoulder blades
Let it fill your pores like ****
So I can rub it out with tiger balm
Every night.
Into the small of your back
So you can carry my anger
In between your shoulder blades
Let it fill your pores like ****
So I can rub it out with tiger balm
Every night.
