By Friday, life has killed me
so hey. wow! fuck you, sid!
my sweet summer glow burned for a star that was too bright for me
If I’m not a little scared of him is he even hot?
im slowly losing it
I love you but you don’t understand me
smells like vanilla, tastes like cotton candy
the longer i don’t see you, the more the bitter bite soothes my tongue. i’ll spike the coffee if it helps the day pass by.
So I’ll nod until my neck snaps
Worn down to paper thin skin
And measly shrugs
Traded my glare for a complacent grin
Plastic tea cups for ceramic mugs
Stolen glances for a rehearsed laugh
Soft ice cream for thigh gaps
It seems easier now,
To starve than swallow.
My tongue is raw,
Jagged teeth dug into the muscle
Excuses never slip.