i should just fuck with myself
the world is dead enough
i should just fuck with myself
no one will love me the way i love myself
i should just fuck with myself
only if i could bend me over
you want me
you want me
till i wasn't enough
you slowed down
you slowed down
cause you realized this is something you would have to fight for
it's hard to breathe in my ocean
isn't it?
it's about me now
YOU ARE READING
secrets i've kept hidden (a poetry story)
Poetryi have secrets, we have secrets, you and i, we were made of glass friends aren't really your friend, family isn't always blood the demon fucking with my head here's my story
