

HazelI don't even know what color your eyes are but I can feel your moist breath against my neck. Moist. Fuck, I hate that word. So fitting to you and me. Disgusting without description. And what fucking color are your eyes? Your hands are slithering up, down over, behind and I can kiss the bile invading my mouth, the mouth that you've never even touched. The salt stings my eyes, but you don't even notice. It's not important. The pain is for you. Everything. Always for you. Please,Hazel


A Prom DateYou say, "Elise." You're right. The name is quite a bit more catching, quite a bit more fitting for your twelve-piece dining set. She'll be a lovely accessory to those fucking monotonous dinners. Black tie affairs, the appetizer to your desire. Does she cry Every Time, or is she Stronger? Does she welcome your fist as Lovingly as I could, or does she Fight Back? You wouldn't let me. Please, let me go. Or let her, leave me, to take it. Not her. Just let us go.A Prom Date


the man with two brainslife in the fast lane never felt so good look around smiles what am i doing is that a knife behind my best friends back? it jabs slowly turning swiftly get up show nothing my face is numb stand on you feet show no emotion forget yesterday remember tomorrow right now doesnt matter cliches surrouned by fear no one says anything why should they? dont worry, im having the time of my life?the man with two brains


life on a cellphonethe telephone rings unknown number i hear a small voice on the other end hello? hello.... can you help me crying. who is this? he is at it again are you getting better? because i think your getting worse the curse of our friendship hurts. you use me for a shoulder i had you as a friend you blow up in my face rumors are you job oops she slipped up again think a rumor fast before she slips up once morelife on a cellphone
i thought i knew you you were your own person but now your the crowd the crowd of everyone else


you are beautifulam i falling to quickly? every feeling seems right i love the way you hold me you touching my handyou are beautiful
gives me butterflies for hours butterfly kisses on my forehead i only think of you anything i draw i only think of you wishing it lasted forever the stars never been so bright laughter has never been so bold the feeling i get wishing my hand wouldnt leave yours the best sorrow i have ever felt love is on the tip of my tongue what would you say? how did i ever get this lucky?
i love uuuuuu..
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