crushed.

u | s.

jungle - petit biscuit.
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and maybe i really was drunk;

drunk on the love you served me in the shape of
vodka shots,
shot after shot after shot and i was on cloud
fucking nine,
wasn't i?
that's what you wanted,
right?
to get me addicted to poison right?
h e l l,
you wanted me to get addicted to you,
and i guess it worked.

( a c h e ),

each shot you forced down my ruby red
parted lips,
represented the poison you dared refer to as love,
it burned and set my insides alight each and
every time,
my lungs on fire,
leaving me heaving and retching for something-
anything but your love,
grasping and cherishing anything that relieved
the hurt and longing that boiled in my heart,
i guess you did this until the poison crawled
right out of my throat,
leaving my insides empty and disorganised,
you are a bad person.

( l o v e ),

and no matter how fast i run,
no matter how far i run,
loves elastic strings catapult me back into your
arms,

those arms of yours,

i say
your skin; is your skin made of nicotine?
are your bones constructed from the remains of
the pixie dust that had burst inside my veins
all those many nights ago?

did they accidentally leak into your cruel palms?

( q u e s t i o n s & a n s w e r s ),

you know,
it's times like this that make me question if we
really are in love,

paloma faith was right;
only love can hurt like this.
only love can make you feel half empty yet half
full all at once,
only love can make you this insane,

b u t,

we can't just blame love for all the tragedy it
carries with it,
we can only blame ourselves really,
as we allowed each other to sink this low.

( j a c k & r o s e ),

we were on a raft,
me being jack and you being rose,
you promised never to let go,
but you did,
and i hated it.

i hated the fact that you had little conscience left,
the fact that you didn't even bat an eyelid as i
went tumbling
down
down
down,
goosebumps appearing where the palms of your
hands had once stroked ever so tenderly;
i was yours and you were mine, remember?
you were mine and i was yours,
and together we were us,
i guessed that had changed now.

( t i t a n i c ),

our love is like the titanic;
it fooled everyone,
made everyone believe that we were stronger
together,
but we were weaker as one.

on the outside, we seemed perfect,
if only they could see past our gold chipped
facades,
if only they knew of the metallic barbed fences
that scattered themselves between us now,
i was only half expecting the crash as we circled
each other like animals.

as i said;
our love is like the titanic,
so of course it sank,
and it took so many innocent souls down with it.

( t r a g e d y ),

what a tragedy we had become.

you know,
people envied us,
people fell for the paper mache masks we wore
all too well,
they fell for our little make believe show,
hell,
i fell for our little make believe show;
i genuinely thought we would be okay,
i thought we were in this together,
and i detested myself for falling into my own
fucking trap.

we would never be okay,
not after what you had done to me,
not after what i had done to you,

but i guess we are just two fucked up souls who wouldn't have it any other way.

you didn't mind that i trembled whenever i felt
your sharp shattered gaze penetrate shards of
glass into my bruised skin,

and i didn't mind that you rarely touched or
spoke to me anymore.

it was okay,
everything was fine,

because we needed each other;
we completed each other and although we never
saw eye to eye,
we,
wouldn't have it any other way.