Placate me Sedate me If you have to I don’t trust myself To be your steadfast girlfriend That word is salted It rolls around on my tongue Love is happy Love is sound Love is grappling hook It cuts into my arms Ripping spiderweb scars on my skin I’m frail I can’t be your rock All my sonnets are but letters I don’t want your responsibility I can’t be responsible I don’t know what love is You’re right
He hates himself more than I hate the fact that I disagree but unfortunately we've weaved this horrible web of agreements and promises and preemptive truths. My boyfriend wants to **** himself. I (want) (have) (need) to let him die.