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Crawling Over Broken Glass

Shes all kinds of fucked up, telling me well run off to Vegas  
for a show girl wedding. And Im her latest fixation;
a temporary fixture in the wall to pin pretty things to
when life gets too hard to look at
While shes riding the buzz on top of the buzz
after the low shes just done an accidental upper from  
and its never just cruising; its never just, hey
and it never helps that I have all the right words
While Im pretending she doesnt turn me on  
with all her fucked-up-ness, and I promise Ive never wondered
what it would feel like for her to slam me against a wall  
so hard I can feel it in my bones radiating out from my  
And I swear Ive never pondered on her lips, or how desperately
I want to taste them mingled with the blood  
of our overwhelming passion, with talk so dirty, I can barely  
allow myself to think itshh!
And I want not to want to make love so slowly  
I scream with frustration at the tease Im begging her not to stop  
while my vision blurs and maybe if Im lucky
Ill pass out with pleasure and taste what heaven is meant to taste like  
Oh glorious self destruction dont let me love, dont let me feel  
the beating of my own heart, when I want the illusion
that this could never be more than a beautiful obsession
to be crushed as easily as a butterflys wings  
While shes telling me Im the best kind of fucked up  
and I want to feel her body crushing against mine so hard
I cant breathe for wanting, while I let her smack me around  
like the little masochistic bitch I am, though dont want to admit to being
And I hate that she knows me, and that she could send me to hell  
and have me begging for more, before I bail out the window
only to crawl back in over the broken glass, telling her to love me  
like shes never loved anyone before  
Indie Adams 2012
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
Published | Edited 2nd Jun 2012
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