Ours was the greatest love affair that never existed.
Let the words of you damage me. I understand my part in this destruction.
How can you be lonely when you’ve got the wind in your hair?
When fucking and dying have so much in common, you know that you’re in love with that which holds no love for you.
You said when you left that missing you would be like an empty beer; easily replaced.
I’m guilty of wanting to use you to make my days better. Is that enough to convict me? If I were religious i’d pray for us.
It was a vampyre who saved me from cold thought but when she withdrew her fangs, she gave it back.
She was so beautiful yet wore dead flowers in her hair.
Your lipstick burns my penis.
It was a meeting in the slip of a tongue.
I cut myself with every thought i have of you.
Love meets death in a break-up.
If i can’t touch you, are you real?
Pricked fantasies make the loudest pop.