i’m dying on my couch and you’re sitting in my lap
you’re kissing on my jaw and my cheekbones
it makes me want to vomit, but i let you have your fill
and it smells like petrichor and dust, that summer smog
i grew up knowing that i needed somebody
to love me, but nobody ever did anything but fuck me
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