You can stop trying to love me  you are free from my claustrophobic confines  I’ve unchained you from myself  brushed off my fingerprints from your crevasses and I’ve handed your soul back to you  no more holding my sorrows for me  no more kissing my forehead  no more holding me 


Dead and gone

I want him dead I want him gone  I want his limbs ripped by a midivil cartwheel  and his still living torso burnt to ashes  I want him gone  I want the thread of thought that  leads to him  get eaten by a tape worm  may a whale swallow him


was the only one that knew
how hard it is to live with a future so bleak.


Him again.

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