*drug and alcohol mention*
hair up in two buns, biting the hem of your shirt as you stare at me with your eyes of Death
whose periwinkle walls were those? the abandoned stuffed animals were strewn across the floor, you stood upon the bed - did you feel like a king? will I be your queen?
alcohol filled the air, the rank scent of beer suffocating us but all I wanted to see was the wild desire in your eyes
you could always make me melt, huh?
how'd you do it? you replaced the repulsion with devotion and made me bend over backwards for you (I'm so tired but I'll be your contortionist any night)
I wish you'd rely on me like you do the hallucinogenics you reach for every Saturday night - what do you see? do you ever see me?
even completely sober, I'll always take you like a pill - like the medication I skip every morning
my doctor says I have an iron deficiency but I think all I need is more of you, I'll consume you I'll breathe you in (make me stronger) and hope for you to do the same with me
- regardless of what happens next, I'll beg you to keep toying with me
my therapist says I'm regressing, she looks at me with disgust each session - are you going to look at me with fascination ever again?
I have all these questions for you, I create all this so I'll feel lighter, but I won't ever get the chance to tell you all this, will I?
but with each word I write, my heart turns more into stone and my eyes fill with tyrannical jealousy.
