that god damn blade
isn't your friend
if I really don't fucking help
go date the blade then
I want to fucking die
but does that matter
no
mattering isn't flattering and
being alive doesn't make me feel good inside
YOU ARE READING
drenched in you
Poetrybut when it stops raining water still drips hard from the trees and you left months ago but I'm still fucking drenched in you
