valerierosemberg

There's too much at stake, with all these open wounds so ready to give you bits and pieces of wandering souls. Maybe one day you'll see all this blood on my hands and understand the guilt that I carry, the burden on my shoulders so snugged against my frame and whispering sweetly against my lips. I've got dancing thoughts, murder on the tippy tip of my tongue and baby, only you can taste such horrid things. Let me breath in the gas and drift off into another universe where we had a chance at something much less wicked. But for now, for now I'll carve up smiles and let you have me when the going gets tough. Come eat the black lipstick off my