BURNING BUILDINGS AND SANDPIPERS

I’m bored at work so tell me a lie about your childhood. (My neighbor was a serial killer! My grandma killed…)

I’m a mess. So let’s laugh and our stomach aches from sugar rot and our teeth leave gaping holes in our gums as they slip down our throats. (I can’t breathe)

Let’s makeout and fuck and scream until our pupils are blown wide and our lips numb with the intimacy of hating the essence of eachothers bones. (what did my skeleton ever do to you?)

You hate me? And here I was thinking we had nothing in common! Wanna fuck? Mark eachother up until the hickies look like hand marks and the alcohol on your breath sounds like I love you.

The backseat holds bad memories of loving kisses and heartfelt moments. Call me out for the bitch I am and we’ll scream at eachother until one of us decides to throw a punch. (you can punch me)

Break the bathroom mirror and slit my throat. (God knows I sure as hell had it coming)