if blues were shoes
I’d walk a million miles
& still not be through
my map of trap
myuntouchableface posted this
buttonEvery vein beating through me,
Begs me to turn away.
They are empty and weak,
Thirsty, and afraid i’ll leak again.
But bleeding is all I know how to do these days.
Red words on paper
Red scars...
I want to fuck you violently, she whispered in his ear.
He was all nerves now.
Her hand clawed at his thigh. She leaned closer, nipping at his ear. I want to chew on...
You remember when you were young and you’d get your jacket caught on a chain link fence? This is kind of like that, only instead of a needle and thread you use a bottle of gin for your suture.
