Daddy Issues & Close Calls.
i prefer the thorns over the petals. pedals to the metal. penny for your thoughts? a dollar for your dreams. whiny words and the cliche leak from my seams. jesus was a carpenter who was nailed to a tacky coat rack. justin was a writer who drowned himself in black. ink and stink and fumes and plumes. p,u. you know the rest. ends with a wh/y? started with a laugh and smile. double edge sword. aren’t those best kind? because i want to cut at all angles. mangled and tangled. in limbs and skin. the rest makes me so tired. my dreams of her. i sleep with a thin grin. both eyes open. no lies showing. she’s got that fucking hair that won’t stop blowing. in my head i beat him fucking dead. lately all i paint is red. eager beaver. ready to change her status. believes her, new man wont leave her. he got her panties wet with the bullshit he feeds her. me? i just eat her. but at least i’m not a false idol, deceiver. just two j’s then a c who wants a receipt for all the prices he’s paid, the life she displayed taken away replaced with dismay, cut me up like filet i’m so sick of our ways. the self importance so important bored with all the whores with boyfriends oh my lord. so sick of texting and forcing a little more. i should write a movie about all the cunt that my bed has seen but id probably get bored after the second scene. obscene words. i mean i’m mean ask the last one how bad they hurt. a prick. another cactus in this desert till she meets the right meat that fountains her skirt. buried in dirt. i anchor her worth. i’ve been dragging this hurt. time to cut out the nonsense and put an end to this search. it’s all so endless. if you let it. stop chasing the invented.
