I think
that your touch
could be the death of me
and you would have no idea whatsoever
because i'd smile and repeat over and over:
"i'm okay"
I know
that your hands
on my skin is a form of poison
but it's the most addicting drug in the solar system
and no amount of therapy could possibly get me unhooked
from you
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 5:28 PM UTC
I think
that your touch
could be the death of me
and you would have no idea whatsoever
because i'd smile and repeat over and over:
"i'm okay"
I know
that your hands
on my skin is a form of poison
but it's the most addicting drug in the solar system
and no amount of therapy could possibly get me unhooked
from you
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