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blurt me out
slippery
i hold on to the rails
to dive
in on my head,
on my mind.
you've got me tattered in
mispronounced
i luv u's,
i owe u's.
plitter-platter across
skin
little perfect
sin
secret-delicious
deception.
i never meant to draw you in.
this is pencil
for the mind of a girl
is ever-so-changing.
thoughtlessly.
erasure
is greater
than ink
when it’s on paper.
party rice.
throw me on
over your shoulder,
like salt.
i don't want to tempt your luck
and turn you down.
i like the volume
spilling out,
crashing loud
!!!
like me.
pretty
bruised
angel
asleep.
freefalling, speed-dialing, eradicating, cutting open, extracting, pulling it off -
putting it
down
SLAM
on the dashboard -
vinyl
like my sweetheart
interrogation pants
that i wear when
i am
whooping your ass.
vixen. tramp.
high-heeled smut.
i push you back,
spit you out,
climb on top
and hold on
like the whole world is going to turn
over and
we have just
begun to begin.
this is clasp -
tired loneliness on a cold january night
un-somber sleep.
un-awake.
mind-drilling these waves
that try to
lull
the pain
back to a-way.
i want inside the burn,
flesh un-promised,
un-yearned,
un-known.
i dare you with a first kiss.
i plead you for a second.
i'm on my knees,
in the doorway
swearing this is it,
this one is the last one
here, today -
i don't know how well i know you.
hell,
i don't know how well i know me.
Learn
This
Answer.
if it leads
me to you
everything in between
is okay.
let us slip away.
i hold on to the rails
to dive
in on my head,
on my mind.
you've got me tattered in
mispronounced
i luv u's,
i owe u's.
plitter-platter across
skin
little perfect
sin
secret-delicious
deception.
i never meant to draw you in.
this is pencil
for the mind of a girl
is ever-so-changing.
thoughtlessly.
erasure
is greater
than ink
when it’s on paper.
party rice.
throw me on
over your shoulder,
like salt.
i don't want to tempt your luck
and turn you down.
i like the volume
spilling out,
crashing loud
!!!
like me.
pretty
bruised
angel
asleep.
freefalling, speed-dialing, eradicating, cutting open, extracting, pulling it off -
putting it
down
SLAM
on the dashboard -
vinyl
like my sweetheart
interrogation pants
that i wear when
i am
whooping your ass.
vixen. tramp.
high-heeled smut.
i push you back,
spit you out,
climb on top
and hold on
like the whole world is going to turn
over and
we have just
begun to begin.
this is clasp -
tired loneliness on a cold january night
un-somber sleep.
un-awake.
mind-drilling these waves
that try to
lull
the pain
back to a-way.
i want inside the burn,
flesh un-promised,
un-yearned,
un-known.
i dare you with a first kiss.
i plead you for a second.
i'm on my knees,
in the doorway
swearing this is it,
this one is the last one
here, today -
i don't know how well i know you.
hell,
i don't know how well i know me.
Learn
This
Answer.
if it leads
me to you
everything in between
is okay.
let us slip away.
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