a message to the lonely girl,
the hungry, scared, and unready girl.
the girl whose hair i have yet to wrap my fingers in.
hello, how are you doing?
good, i would hope.
do you ever wish you would have nodded your head instead of turning it away from me?
the ocean in my eyes still yearns for you.
waves of despair and lust sway in and out
it is quite literally torture.
but i guess i was never one to pass an opportunity to be on the receiving end of pain.
dear shaken girl,
skeptical and curious girl,
your words slide through my chest like butter.
whittled down to daggers.
i wait for the day one finally goes through my throat,
then finally i'll learn to shut my goddamn mouth.
even after all the stress i put myself through
and all the aches ive begged for you to give me,
i still itch to feel my blood drip to the ground.
like a kid addicted to nicotine, i'd smash my thin skull against the wall for it.
if it breaks, good.
its what i need,
what i deserve.
dear soft girl,
panting and tired girl,
when will you come back?
i miss the heat that lingered between my chest and your tongue.
i miss you
and i miss those fucking daggers.
