Give a blubbering mess a cat
Or a sandwich, that's what I would do
But feeling your hard on grow
Confuses disturbs excites
And certainly quiets my sobs
Didn't know how hushed the house had become
Until I had to try not to moan
Tear soaked pillow scented with lavender that Molly had bought at some fufu shop
How many dumb cheerleader jokes did I know?
Too many where she dies in the end
These porcelain angels are creeping me out
But I orgasm none the less
Stuck on her swollen bruised hands coated healthy glow concealer
Might as well have been lead paint
He shrinks inside me and releases my breasts
I wonder if a dead sibling will make him
Stop fucking other people
Or plaster up the foundation
Eroding from the freeze thaw cycle that began
With a fifth of vodka and an admittance of guilt
I would really like a sandwich right about now
Or a cat to claw out his eyes
For looking upon me with pity
Instead of recognizing the ferocity that I would be using
To tear you to pieces
You selfish cowardice unfaithful asshole
That scarred my ability to trust, to open, to love someone
That perverted my kindness and fed my violence
My little sister died and I came
To hate you
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H