It hurts,
Just keep stabbing me,
In the nuts
In the gut
Where nothing ever mattered
I cannot begin to describe the need to fuck,
The rise that comes as i walk the cold electric lot street.
Safe township,
Hipsters with thick hips
I cannot tell you how good writing this feels,
Almost as good as that fuck,
And healing not enough though.
He heals me,
He makes me happier than i ever knew i could really be,
And I've never wanted things to be perfect like i do with him
Cause when it's in perfect nothing hurts like that
It makes the previous passion look like lost Barbie shoe.
Small tragedy.
Still effecting me....
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