don't you dare fall in love with this devilit is Thursday. it is Thursday and you’re supposedto be keeping your eyes down on your deskand calculating how many molecules are in a liter of water,but you’re not.you’re staring again, and staring will one day get you killedbecause you’re not looking at the right kind of person.you should be, she’s everything you should want,but you think that she has a bit…. less. maybe a bit more.it doesn’t matter what parts she has or doesn’t have,not really.well, it matters because you don’t want herbecause she is not himand that matters.there are three water marks staining the deskand someone has scratched in a few stick figureswith their stick guns chasing after a stick animal.you’re being hunted. you’re being huntedbecause you are a monster for wanting what you wantand wondering what he looks like when he fucks,i bet his lips taste like sin.i bet his kisses hurt just as much as his punches.and i bet you
Dead, Inside and OutI scream, but nobody hearsI cry, but nobody caresI look, but I do not findI try, but I do not dieI wake, but I never really sleepI eat, but I never really tasteI long, but I never really knowI try to stay, but it is time to goI slumber, but I do not wakeI crack, but I do not breakI gasp, but I do not breathI swallow, but I do not sneezeI am floating, through the pale airI am moving, though I do not careI am strangled with tears, yet I do not poutI am dead, inside and out.