leave nothing to be desired.

If you can succeed at controlling me with your anti-psychotics,
we can then move forward to a new me that is a bit less erratic



Underneath the space of every door, somewhere empty in between the wood and the floor, I can lay eyes on myself all wrapped up in corners.
Is it her face, or is it my face, and who the fuck in the name of all published faulty God's do I belong with.
Pretty little girl, why so ugly?
Lying in foreign beds gets words rushing in and out of my head, I dread oh I fucking dread, the feeling of waking up in this house- so I untangle what there is of me from all of you, and I beg myself to sleep while lying on a couch.

Your breath was heavy in my face when you were invading me below my waist, so I closed my eyes and felt your weight, and me beneath.

Wine feelings and Vodka behavior, just never sat right with the Beer goggles already working against my favor.

There are just so many places I can go when I extend myself permission to feel a little something for someone.
Or maybe it is just that I have a line up of personalities I'm switching to and from every single time somebody goes and turns me on.
Do not take this wrong, I am in no way confiding or reaching a revelation,
I'm just speaking out loud because I'm hoping those devils in my head will hear this.
A boy of many names came on and told me that my secrets fed his sanity sane, and I told him I'm glad he took touching me into an opportunity to have something for his soul to eat.

At these times you reminisce about how the Sun used to just kiss your skin, but were you ever really scarred of breaking beneath it or did you just give in? When you think deep, does it too pick at your mind mentally? Because I know me and I know how loud the dictionary can sing, and I found thinking about the words took away from the feeling. And when push comes to shove, and braces into kick, we all know I need all of the feeling I can get.

PS I would kill all I love for those earrings.