I just want to tell you
To go
**** yourself, but the
Words tend to
Linger, listless on my
Wine-stained lips. Inner anguish seizes up upon the
Distinct odor of
Your ignorance, your
Blatant disregard.. Stretching my
Bones muscles rip
Tenderly
Against whispered pleas of
Dependance, masquerading as
Love.
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 1:49 AM UTC
I just want to tell you
To go
**** yourself, but the
Words tend to
Linger, listless on my
Wine-stained lips. Inner anguish seizes up upon the
Distinct odor of
Your ignorance, your
Blatant disregard.. Stretching my
Bones muscles rip
Tenderly
Against whispered pleas of
Dependance, masquerading as
Love.
