i’m whispering “baby,” up to the n… relishing in the roll of the word… the hum of influence, consequence,… like a storm, like a burn, like an…

you’ve stopped responding to my te… and now i’m wondering, if maybe you’ve finally gotten bored of me. i can’t blame you, cause if i were… i would’ve gotten bored as hell to…

you tell me what to do and i lose… i swallow down the anger with a pi… i count to five watching the fire… before pressing it down on my thig… my friends keep getting worried,

we’re dogs at your door, but i’m a mutt and he’s a purebred… he wants the bed and i’ll take the… it’s whatever you want. i’ll be whatever you want.

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...

i flick the lighter on, on, on off. a useless fidget, one that turns my thumb gray and r…

i’m dissecting you with a scalpel… i’m slapping you on the rack, reac… pulling out your intestines and di… doesn’t feel so good, does it?

and if the doorbell scares you we can hide in your mom’s closet hand in hand i’ll try and be brave for us and if the man turns the corner

i’m trying to give you cardiac arr… i’m trying to drink your blood lik… i hate your guts; can i fuck them… don’t be gentle, i want to scream at the top of my…

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…

there’s something about flowers an… you ask someone why they pick flow… “because they’re pretty.” you ask someone why they pull weed… “because they’re ugly.”

i’m in love with sharks in aquariu… here’s the thing: there’s nothing… more than a shark tank in big citi… there’s so many of them, and they’… they go through every endless circ…

do you love me, genuinely? don’t scoff and say, “yes, of cour… think about it for a minute. do you love me? when i’m crying like we’ve got roo…

i don’t want to think about you an… so please, stop asking about me. stop telling my friends you’re sor… for the hopes it will get through… i don’t miss you anymore.

i’m busy with bruised legs covered… i’ve got my black boots kicked up… on a hot swing set in the backyard of a church that doesn’t want me. i’m saying fuck, getting familiar…