tell me there's a purpose to these words and stolen touches under our filthy sheets. tell me i'm not the one gasping for air as you steal every breath i take and you end up screaming let me breathe LET ME but your lungs are useless anyways and i would instead just form your rough lips into a twisted smirk with my sweaty fingers. tell me it isn't you whose aftertaste lingers on my dry tongue and i'll admit i've been sinning. at least i've taken care of the misleading evidence
a/n: idk can't think straight
