  i read today: forgotten i want a boy that's filled with chemicals so much he thinks he's a man i want a guy who thinks girls are all the same and screams when finds me i want a dead boy filtered and exclusively mine to grab and hold and choke until his black eyes turn red with wrists filled with splinters and legs painted our heads exploding coughing devoted to nothing and he speaks of rain like sin and if we weren't in a thunder storm i'd probably rip .....fucked.
but i think i hear ya, sister. i miss *him* and why do i share these thoughts? no one, no one, no one reads them. why leave a mark for no one to ever stumble upon. 
