I could make you go away, but I could never make you stay.

May 20, 2008 11:11

Thank you for the the scratch marks on my back,
the bite marks on my chest, and my bruised up thighs.
I want to have you for myself, but I do not know where to start
because I am already picturing the end.
Take me with you, take me with you...
No, I will bring you with me.
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