i am [hungry][bleeding][reckless] guilty.

my crimes are spread out / written in blood and the ugliest ink you can buy / dollar store notebooks filled to the brim with the worst offenses imaginable. black and red gushing out of the stained pages; coffee colored eyes / dipped in rot / flooding from my mouth into your skin. red red red left behind from where my teeth sunk in, or maybe where your hands met my throat. beauty may only be skin deep but so is flesh, and isn't that / carnal?

we're going to get caught, don't you know it, don't you know it / sand dollars exchange hands but / talk is cheap, isn't it?

wants are cheap, aren't they? aren't my tears worth some ice cream and a half-baked apology / its bittersweet / from the sugar and bile, but i'll manage. i always manage. 

xoxo, your one and  only