Every Wrong Turn

𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱

I want to taste you on my tongue

because that sounds better

than hating you

and burning your letters.

 

I want to feel you on top of me

because that sounds less degrading

than being alone tonight,

with every feeling fading.

 

I want you to say to me

that you think I'm the one.

hold me oh so close to you,

my time has come...

 

I am rage,

I am hate,

I'm everything inside of you

that you won't let me see.

don't lie to me.

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