hidden figures tangled in the acrylic of my soul, search and destroy the parts of me that deserve hell. do not be surprised when there's nothing left of me. loving a living lie is the best wake up call a girl like me can get, cmon baby romanticize this falsity with me. paint it in shades of pink and purple, pretend it's art and sell it off so you can buy me more cigarettes.
there's something rotting inside me, honey, i ain't as sweet as you make me out to be. there are spiders spinning lace webs between the bones that hold me up, kiss me and pretend you don't taste any venom.
wrap your arms around my empty empty empty torso and pretend you can hear a heartbeat. write lyrics about it, do not be surprised when the rhythm goes flat.
YOU ARE READING
ur sleeping on the couch
Poetrysticky cantaloupe sunrises & kissing ur soft honeydew mouth
