I want to rip poetry out of the walls.
Slice my skin, just so I can feel the words
dripping gracefully through my flesh.

You wouldn’t like that,
but you’ll be damned if you tell me no.
(it doesn’t work like that for us.)

Do you remember that day, not too long ago,
when I f u c k e d u p something awful?
it felt real nice.
makes me wonder…you know?

Even big girls make mistakes.

I just won’t let you know how many I’m making.

a/n: Emo emo emo emoemoemoEMO. Sorry guys. I’m really sucking at the writing thing lately. Just don’t ask. I really don’t know what the fuck is going on.