i'm not fucked up....i'm lovely.

oh my god.
oh no.
oh my heart.
it's breaking.
aching.
fucking stolen from the depths of my chest.
spit on.
ripped up.
and then put inside a pan.
boil it.
because i'm not fucked up,
i'm lovely.
and you are not a prince,
you are a fool.
you are a harp.
and i'm playing well.
i didn't call to fight.
i'd rather go home and die.
i'd rather die.
i used to be a tiny creature.
i used to read books and smile and speak softly.

i've eaten that girl.
she was delicious.
and now all that remains is a hollow shell.
shell of a girl.

i don't like to write when i feel so wicked.
because i'll curse your name and hex your family.
i'll burn down your house and eat your children.


fucking fuck.
oh no.
oh my god.
please god.
save me and my soul.
save my skin.
fucking save something.


because the words 'i love you' are falling from my tongue...but hatred is pumping through my heart valves.



oh piss off.