Jun 27
audacious comments, i can’t believe you.
it’s not about him at all, it’s about trust;
the sky’s clear and it’s raining o’er me.
well slam on your brakes, because
gears have shifted and i’m weeping
on the side of the road. there are
some skeletons in closets between
the lines of your writing.
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i don’t think you really understand,
i’ve already reserved a table for two
in hell, and there’s no way around it.
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put me on display, crucify me,
whip me, beat me, kick me, make me
bleed— but don’t you
dare
deny me.