she tastes like sweat & regrets & blood
and she just b l e e d s poetry
because she just looks so broken (like a doll)
i just want to throw her down and watch her break,
cut her fingers on my sharp edges,
destroy her skin on my razor wire love ends
douse her in vodka
and set it alight,
burn this mutherfucka down

she cries and cries but nobody can hear her
cause no one exactly loves a broken cause
and so i hold her tight, pretend that it doesn’t burn me inside
destroy me, break me
r u i n m e
because i never asked him to love her
(WHORE)

i never feel guilt,
because he took it all away with three little words;
i-l o v e-u

and i die inside a little more

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author’s note: i have no idea what that is, it just all came running out.