press up against me
let me hold you
till we lay stains
bled from the heart
press up against me
let me hold you
till we lay stains
bled from the heart
ride on solitude
pleasant dark wave
you
and
me,
Harley Quinn
and
the Joker
the ‘interrobang’
what a beautiful symbol
for us
she has a nose ring
and patience
Winston Churchill dealt with war
like i dealt with our love
you,
you were Machiavelli
planned
precise
violent
violence
pregnant
with our memories
vodka
tastes like
us
its all i have
every single day
i regret
that you
are you
and not us
every god i have ever prayed to
has forgiven me
for even entertaining the idea
of worshiping you