I know that you want it...
as much as I feel really..erm..something typing this...I sorta miss being held and kissed and knowing that someone's always going to be there for me in that significant other way. I might not want a boyfriend, but..I want someone...:-\
I have to go through all this shit again, or do i? is it the lust, the fakeness, the watermelon candy, the beauty of it all. The lollipops and fishnets and crushed candy. Crushed everything. don't break me again, don't break like the last one. stand out and shine, because that's what you are. I see the real you under all that dirt, and you are magic. See my mind. it hurts, but it feels so good. I taste the jalapeno peppers and the rice crepes and raw chicken, that I threw up, that's about to be thrown up. I taste it crawling up my throat, itching to get out. It won't get out, it will keep brewing like a witch brew, slimy, green, and bubbly. You can try and shake it all off, shake the sickness and the pain away, IT won't go away though. It will go away when it is finished melting, finished the poison.