Will you cut me up so that I can feel you fucking up my life again? Will you wake me up so that we can kill ourselves together again? Will you hate me somemore like you use to? Will you tell me your secrets like you used to? Will you make me bleed your in me, I can feel you. Will you make me think your in me, like you used to? I claw my skin to scars, I cut myself too hard, I feel into apart, I fought against my heart. I crawled back into your skin, I let you in, I let you win, I told you off again, like I use to…
Apologies
March 31st, 2003 | poetic
