You're bad, but I love bad ideas,
Especially the ones that promise of destruction
and heartache
and unease
and sad endings.
Trying is hard, and living is harder,
But shower heads aren't enough
To wash away sins,
Bandaids don't heal the bad ideas
Left underneath your skin.
You're bad, goddamn,
And I love bad ideas
But I don't have enough water.
I'm a bloody sinner.
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The Diary of a Fallen Girl
PuisiThere is no relief. Only love, And death. *** This is dedicated to everyone who has broken my heart before. Thank you. *** {Highest Ranking: #315 in poetry} {Trigger Warning}
