a/n: (Warning. the gif at the end flashes different colors quickly. i don't want to cause anyone to be triggered by this. skip if you need to)
—we're all so sad
sunk deep in our grief
i fight you
existentiallybecause it's the only bit of relief
i can get that brings
the right amount of burn and numb into the mixa toxic concoction to place
gently into my
stale coffee
cardboard mouthi'm waiting
and i'll be waiting forever
for it to work its magicyou you you
waltz on the tip of my tongue
it isn't a pill, noit's a tiny universe
it's a gentle nurse
it's a knife waiting to be wielded
so i can fight youhey, i never said it hurt to kiss you
but i'm telling you now
sweet demon
it hurt to kiss youbut it's going to feel so good
when i kill youQuite Quite Quite sincerely,
RB
a/n: i need it i need it i need it
YOU ARE READING
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