grinding, binding + needles

life is
measured by the
amount of people
who leave it

i just wanted you
to stick your
hand up my shirt

E is a good
letter to have on
ones side

THANKS FOR
ROCKING

what exactly
are you doing?

grind my bones
to make my bread
in bed
my last night in bed
with you

:: im crying
because i wanted you
to see the full range
of my emotions ::

this is dangerous
played too sharp
it was like love
familiar earthen
smell

i can only say it
so many times

wicked, stupid
girl, i could
love you ten
thousand times
a minute