There’s something with me and forgiveness, people can screw me over and tear me apart, and if I care, I’ll let em come back… Just to do it again.
p0esie: hopefully you’ll be my tomorrow and my next year. i could pull the sheets over our heads so we fall into one another over and over again. you’d whisper things, words that used to frighten me and all at once i’d feel the urge to slowly lose myself and rebuild these walls.
p0esie: and it’s like my heartbeat on the tip of my tongue (she’s trying to say she loves you too much) and things just dont always do what you tell them to do things cant always mean what you need them to mean this is only the first plea of many please don’t leave me
p0esie: and its like venom caught against the back of your throat blood caked hard and rough under blunt fingernails you wanted me to want you never got what you want and apologies just wont suffice so you use ripped skin as your new device spitting blood in other peoples faces is never gonna get you where you need to go