Submissions by cactus-velvet

I'm finally coming down
And it's hell
My head is swelling and even the sweetest French music can't cure

I failed or did I succeed

Pound pound pound

Why
My God

Death feels like its gonna knock down my door
To find my body inside some one else

But alone and
No intercourse


Fuck

In the imperative term

Why

Is
This happening

Never again.

Or maybe an hour later

I'll just do it now




Fuck.

Flowers. Those flowers, they look like little stars
 
Run. Run faster. Run fastest.
 
And I can’t keep up, they’re both too fast, since I’m new I’m afraid I'll lose my balance and I don’t take the short cut
 
The boys have experience
 
We listened to ugly 80s music and thought it was beautiful
 
And Bob Dylan might as well have been God
 
My mouth felt like a desert
 
Water was the oasis, so put it inside me
 
But no matter how many times I drank
 
It still felt dry