they wonder why i do what i do.
ask me and you get a,
"because it feels good."
talk to me and my core cries out,
but you don't hear,
because you don't listen.
you are there for an hour and
a half and you dont message me.
how do you expect me to react?
the more emotional part of me
wants me to slice my forearms.
coaxing myself not to is half the battle,
i think i may be be losing
deliberatley... purposely.
i want to cry, not from my heart, but
from my soul, i thought you were the one.
i knew you were the one, you are the one.
but no--that part of you isnt, it
doesn't love me, i dont know if
any part does... take me by the hand,
and slit my throat, kiss me on the lips,
suffocate me softly. touch my thigh,
rape me. indescicive is what you are,
you want me or you don't, there can't
be two parts to the story.
either you're with me or you're not.
can you feel my heartbeat under all that
wire?
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