my mouth tastes like overdoses and stale diet coke
lingering on my taste buds with the jet-dry
and cigarette smoke.
my lips feel like sweaty kisses and chocolate cheese cake
brushing my fingers against the cracks
and the tiny 'i bit my lip' cuts.
my hands smell like rust and blood
dirt wasting away under my fingernails with the
tobacco stains and yellow paint.
(imperfections don't make me lovely,
they make me revolting)
Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 5:33 PM UTC
my mouth tastes like overdoses and stale diet coke
lingering on my taste buds with the jet-dry
and cigarette smoke.
my lips feel like sweaty kisses and chocolate cheese cake
brushing my fingers against the cracks
and the tiny 'i bit my lip' cuts.
my hands smell like rust and blood
dirt wasting away under my fingernails with the
tobacco stains and yellow paint.
(imperfections don't make me lovely,
they make me revolting)
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