Deceit

I imagine your sweat tastes like a salty-sweet paradise just bitter enough to disguise the poison. That film of deceit across your body, perfectly polishing your privileged veneer, I try not to, but I want to lick it off. I didn’t notice it before – The want I have, to lap the salty-sweet poison off … More Deceit

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1,332 Excuses

If I could write a letter to the piece of you that used to love me, I would tell it that you almost broke me, and hope it felt guilty. If I could write a letter to the piece of you that used to love me, I would tell it that you almost broke me, … More 1,332 Excuses