BIecause the ocean hurts less to think about than your forest right now.M keep thinking about those sad doe eyes, and whether I want to think about blue ones instead
ay gut feeling telling me it was time to let go.
bout that letter, or that time where I wasn't good enough or
in'm as worthy dead as i am in lifesbow your face is peachy, just like our flesh
dut maybe your cheeks need a healthy flush
becomposing makes people blush
sut death's taboo, it's all hush-hush
mlowly rotting: towards becoming mush
y body is organic - young, supple and lush
rieally fuels my god complex - keep it up, girlie pops!ts amusing to me that my exes have nothing better to do than form a fanfiction club abt me specifically where they all talk shit and jerk each other off, even tho both claim to be happily married and moved on or whatever