on the phone with a so-called savior.
tonight i watered you down through shrubs and forests, jungles and taigas.
I suck up every living breath inside your being, jumping, crawling with microscopic images of the self you wish to be one day.
love is cliche, i know.
but dont tell me this now.
take your past heataches and vomit them up on me.
curl your freshly bitten nails around my arm, draw blood, and just let go.
take your tongue.
draw a line.
forget all you used to love.
you keep writhing and worming through gutters, dingy bedrooms with dim lighting, and all the while i'm watching you breath in the most bizarre of circumstances.
i pray to God your not crawling through the earth, thrusting your body through tapered holes where defeat seems enevidable, like shaving with the wrong side of a one sided blade.
and then cool finers encompass the person you used to know, hopefully putting your hatred on ice, helping you regain control.
it seems im addicted to your smell.
and im stuck with this feeling forever.
I suck up every living breath inside your being, jumping, crawling with microscopic images of the self you wish to be one day.
love is cliche, i know.
but dont tell me this now.
take your past heataches and vomit them up on me.
curl your freshly bitten nails around my arm, draw blood, and just let go.
take your tongue.
draw a line.
forget all you used to love.
you keep writhing and worming through gutters, dingy bedrooms with dim lighting, and all the while i'm watching you breath in the most bizarre of circumstances.
i pray to God your not crawling through the earth, thrusting your body through tapered holes where defeat seems enevidable, like shaving with the wrong side of a one sided blade.
and then cool finers encompass the person you used to know, hopefully putting your hatred on ice, helping you regain control.
it seems im addicted to your smell.
and im stuck with this feeling forever.