#SelfSabotageLoneliness
there is a body sprawled out on a… obscenely and nudely. with a blissed out face and beaded… smears of red on the face and stom… it lies there with a lighter in a…
i’m in love with the sun. a constant burning, barreling towa… too bright to look at, but hot eno… if the sun was a person, she’d nev…
i love saying no, and watching men who are not accustomed to hearing… grow mad and confused. betrayed by the idea of me ruining… and not the other way around.
i go from adoring to loathing at t… hi baby! oh, you forgot to do the… didn’t know you were a backstabbin… mistakes aren’t mistakes, that everyone makes.
drunken stupor, apologies pouring… wish i were high but i can’t find… my parents don’t drink so i know a… here’s the thing: i’m not a good p… i yell and scream in my driveway t…
you’re alive and you’re young, healthy and hygienic. you’re sick and you’re dead; my walking corpse bride. love, stop leaving me!
i’m kind of nervous you don’t love… and isn’t that hilarious? when i was so damn scared in the b… that you would love me at all.
but i don’t think you were ever built to be a mother, and i never learned how to love you without it burning me from the inside out. i was raised to trust you through every betrayal and...
“who do you think you look like mo… on a hot august day (as they usual… “your mom or your dad?” you swung back and forth on the wo… i drawled my reply, thick as the a…
i am the parasite and i am the hos… i’m cold and my hair is falling ou… i haven’t eaten in awhile but my t… no one knows how to pull this hung… because i am the sickness and i am…
i love my dad; he makes me sad he cries in work trucks, i cry in bathrooms. he likes to soothe burns with ice… he also likes to stay still when b…
i am beginning to blur at the edge… i’ve been becoming something of lo… i think i’ve wanted this storm lon… that it will wash me away with it.
you smell like chlorine, she tells… you smell like sunscreen, i tell h… guess we both smell like chemicals… yeah, i say, hand darting out to l…
is it too late to admit i loved yo… even through it all? summers over, but i still feel it on my skin.
i buried my childhood in a cardboa… i wrapped it up in a stained white… it’s sitting in my old backyard, s… it’s really sad when i think about… so i just don’t