Tuesday, January 13, 2015

The end

Fuck love.
Fuck the 10 fingers
That I know better
Than my own skin

Fuck that smell
That runs through my veins
And poisons my blood.
Fuck it all.

Fuck the fact
That you see me for me.
That you burnt the masks
I’d wear, one by one.

That I can’t breathe
When you’re inches away
And how you tease my soul.
Fuck that too. 

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