tie me to the bed and have your way with me. 
touch me, kiss me, bite me, **** me. 

have your way with me. 

love me hard enough that every demon taking home in my mind flee in search of another lost soul. 

because with you, i am not lost.
touch me, kiss me, bite me, **** me. 

find poetry in every flaw on my skin,
but make them seem beautiful as your lips trace the scars.
with you, i am not lost.
breathe life into me as your fingers dig into my hips,
causing sparks as our bodies meet.
our tongues will intertwine,
and with every kiss all catholics will turn in their graves.
have your way with me.
love me hard enough that the world stops turning,
and there is only us left in this place.
touch me, kiss me, bite me, **** me.
find poetry in every curve of my body.
enough so that every poet becomes green with envy.
have your way with me.

you told me i needed fixing but you didn't tell me how so you grabbed me by the throat and lifted me up but when you realized that I was too hard to carry you dropped me and shattered me even more

i'm not perfect but i hope i'm still perfect for you, am i still perfect for you?

I will chain smoke cigarettes until I can't breathe, cry until I pass out, or **** until I'm bruised, but I will never again take a blade to my skin.

you don't even bother trying anymore.

they ask you what your greatest fear is,
expecting you to say
the dark
death
falling in love
but no one ever expects the word "myself" to escape from your lips.
they ask you what your greatest fear is,
but no one ever expects you to touch the white lines trailing up your arms,
to touch the scar on your collarbone,
the result of the blade slipping when your hands were too shaky to take it across your neck.
they ask you what your greatest fear is,
but no one ever expects you to say that you're terrified of what your own mind could trick you into doing.

i'm trying my hardest to reconnect with old flames,
but it's nearly impossible when they either only talked to you because they wanted to *******,
or decided that finding another high was more important than holding onto a friendship.
i can't count all the friends i lost on one hand,
the sad reality that people do leave,
no matter how often they tell you they'll stay.
i'm trying my hardest to reconnect with old flames,
but nobody wants anything to do with me anymore.