poetry
nothing is okay
as he said this
death ran boney fingers through
straw like hair
wondering
how much it would hurt
if he let her
as he said this
death ran boney fingers through
straw like hair
wondering
how much it would hurt
if he let her
pathetic blue
i hate you enough to want to gouge your pathetic blue eyes out i love you enough for your weak insults to count you smile at me with a grin that's fake and tell me to smile more so i do i grin and i laugh and i scream and i yell and i giggle and then you tell me to shut up because my pure existence annoys you i hate you enough to plan your death and watch you bleed out i love you enough to be upset for your death to count
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