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?

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…

i left you, but you never had the… you walked right out that door wit… you slipped into the cracks of me. you know how mad it drives me? i feel you move around, inside and…

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’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.

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…

nobody knows how to love me right, and no one fucks me quite like i d… i’m just sittin’ here like a ragin… and no one wants me but they’ll ta… i’m foaming at the mouth like i tr…

i’ve got, “i miss you” carved over and over again on my sternum. skin raised and red, but it’ll dull down to a scar. just like the ones on your forearms that i saw when it was just you ...

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 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 feel your words in my bones, and… you’ve got me shaking, you’ve got… you ever think about the fact that… i do, every goddamn day. you came into the world with a ven…

i want to fucking tear you apart just to breathe in the smell of the blood that i tasted in your mouth. everything looks rosy right now, and i want to cleave you as sudden as the smile ...

i love you, so hurt me. ‘cause that’s how love works, right? make me cry,

“do you still think i’m pretty?” i… mascara running down my face, lips…

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.