i am losing my hands to razor blades again.
my demons wont stop clawing at the walls
of my heart shaped pandora’s box.
i am forcing laughter so hard that my ribs are sore.
and you are still so beautiful that it hurts to look.
oh what a pleasure to be
the cigarettes you keep on smoking,
i could creep inside you so softly.
baby could you sneak into me?
**** me quietly from the inside out
i am crying so hard that my eyes may bust out of my head.
you didn’t like it when i called my self abuse a
public display of affection for you.
did you rethink your “i love you more”?
were you embarrassed by the bruises
that my little fists left in your door?
i am always the one that loves more.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 12:46 AM UTC
i am losing my hands to razor blades again.
my demons wont stop clawing at the walls
of my heart shaped pandora’s box.
i am forcing laughter so hard that my ribs are sore.
and you are still so beautiful that it hurts to look.
oh what a pleasure to be
the cigarettes you keep on smoking,
i could creep inside you so softly.
baby could you sneak into me?
**** me quietly from the inside out
i am crying so hard that my eyes may bust out of my head.
you didn’t like it when i called my self abuse a
public display of affection for you.
did you rethink your “i love you more”?
were you embarrassed by the bruises
that my little fists left in your door?
i am always the one that loves more.
