in cold blood

I don’t just want to take your breath away. I want to rip it from your mouth and keep it locked away between my teeth. You can only have it back if you kiss me again.

You are so afraid of rejection that you push away anyone who you grow any fondness for. And it keeps you lonely, but at least there’s consistency.

hey, baby, how do you feel about being my newest obsession?  it’ll be sweet for the first couple weeks you’ll get so many poems  with your name as the title and  you’ll realize how wild i can be. it’ll be blissful, baby, i swear ‘cause i’ll always be there, playing exactly who you need. but you’ll notice that i always smell like booze and cigarette smoke and my eyes glaze over when you tell me your problems.  you realize you’ll never live up to my fantasy version of you so why even bother? the obsession is getting a bit too creepy, anyway. i drink orange juice with the clear korean liquor my roommate left in the fridge the sugar masks the gasoline taste, so i don’t realize i’ve had too much 'til i wake up with my head pounding and stomach revolting. what i’m trying to say is when you leave i won’t blame you.