infatuation and saturation.
2003-03-13, 1:22 p.m.
Swallowing back the bitter black medicine
of my inferiority...
of my idle inquiries...
self-injury
and infidelity...
Past the tongue...
Down the throat...
Ride me hard,
Ride me low,
Put me up dirty,
and walk away slow...
But give me one fast fuck
Before I go...
Taste my scars
between your teeth
Take me whole,
Baby, Make. me. bleed.
Take my words
upon your lips
But catch them fast
Before they
Slip off and fall idly
on stoned ears
next to my little girl fears
of the boyfriend.
you hide under the mattress...
of the boyfriend.
who might catch us...
and i'm saturated with
this need.
and girl... you're getting hard.
to. read.
And you claim you hate the drama...
But I know...
you.
are.
dying.
to play.
the lead.
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