#minusseasons

Lady, you remind me of an insect.

I want to keep you in a jar,

Before I crush you or forget you.

I need your mouth on me, 

Like you're hungry.

I'm fasting, I'm starving, 

Mouth is dry and bruised.

You've been in the back of my mind for so long,

I've developed Stockholm Syndrome.

Narcissistic beauty queen is every pre-teens wet dream,

I am the leader of the teenage sad club,

A free thinking ideal for hypocrites.

I will let myself into her home,

In ten years they will find me,

Undernourished but still smiling.

With the your body of innocence,

And a river of boredom.

Lack of fillings and wisdom.

Dental identification been and gone.

Rest in peace little black bird.

Do you remember how I touched you?

With blood all over my fingers and darkness in my mind.

I wanted to choke you. And I did.

You thought I wasn't doing it hard. But I was.

I was using all of my strength but I was so weak.

I wanted you dead so I could keep you forever.

Dead like me.

Living people run.

You would have been my doll,

I would have dressed you up and told you how much I loved you everyday.

I would have murdered you a thousand times to hear you say it.

I would, I would and now I can't.

In the arms of another you're alive.

I should have choked you harder and held you closer.