i write about sex a lot for a virgin
sit across from me, with no space in between. chest again chest, and our legs folded awkwardly. wrap your arms around my neck,
trying not to cry in the holiday i… my mama said something mean again
i love breaking your heart. call me a sadist, i don’t particul… i’ll reel you back in like a trout…
i’m chasing shadows down alleyways… i love to walk backwards in parkin… spinning around to grin at the moo… or god forbid, you. just breathing in mist and thc.
i’m not entirely sure i’m alive, s… saying that makes me seem crazy or… maybe i am, maybe it matters, but i don’t really think it does. you have your hands on my thigh.
“who ruined winter for you?” “i did.”
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 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.
just puked up cookie batter; sending my love to illinois.
i want you to know that i love you… and that thinking too much about i… to be completely honest, just for… i don’t know the normal amount of… i’m afraid sometimes that i don’t…
there’s a swarm of vultures overhe… something is dead.
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,
i wasn’t really my mothers child, i was her idea of a child. but, unforgivingly, i wasn’t. i grew up like kudzu; over the lam… i went so far as to grow over the…
i want to cry and count all your f… decorate your face with stickers a… then maybe you could hold me and w… do you think?
i am far more childish than i ever allowed myself to be