you can tell everybody

estranged thoughts make up for the ones that made you hurt. we both know, i can never show what you’ve done…..what you’ve done for my pathetic lovely life. i’m not suggesting i don’t have the nerve to tell you but….

i would prefer elective surgery to the knowledge of your difference. if i write it down i can’t pull out the dent you made.

i dream of words to move you as my voice disturbs your rotting heart. i just dont want my pretty falling out.

you understand none of this is sane. and i don’t plan to ever listen well…but even the most delicate whore has flaws. you make the scars less visible. you make me feel less dirty than the day before.

and i’d prefer elective surgey to the knowledge of your difference. if i write it down i can’t pull out the dent you made…. .

i can’t pull out the dent you made……

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