I can't get his bones to go down the fucking drain. I try to stuff the tiny holes, too tiny for this pain. I can't get his bones to break any way for my gain. Break them back a little too far, never too far for the sake of sane.
I want to sleep in the oven because I just burn in the bed.
Oh, precious losing streak, you're too cute for your own good. I try to laugh about it but my face is made of wood.
Sometimes I look at him and I want to get on my best heels. Sometimes I look at him and I want to be a lesbian. He says that I'm too moody.
