i want to be a firey kind of beautiful
to make you feel like you lost the world and more.
i want you to spontaneously become nothing
but a million nearly fatal wounds,
the poison in my lip gloss the only success.
i want you dead in the worst way,
i crave for you to feel something
that makes you want to scratch at your skin until there's nothing left.
i can't be washed clean, but it kills me that you don't even want redemption.