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Kiss me No, harder Rid me of every scar Suck the night-old whiskey away from all my black and blue Touch me until I don't feel worthless All these broken ribs The fluttering lids of both black eyes   Pray away every awful thing I've done And lick the salt away from broken skin The exit wounds of bullets The little lines of knife bites Just love me until I'm mad And kiss me until I'm whole again

I fell in love with the girl inside my head I'm taken in by her sugar kisses and hands like fire Her oiled spring hair and button up boots The rivets of sweat on her back that stick leather seats A cream colored dress that loses it's buttons in the back of my car The sound of my name and old music through diner doors I'm prisoner to her invisible smile Peeling away clothes that become ash in my fingers Something real once As hot as fire and as free as air Crushed together in a bathroom stall Trying to touch a ghost inside my head Reaching to taste the liquor on her candy colored lips The curves of her waist and the scent of her I'm in l

 My grandmother would say it's because I'm restless and young. My dad would peel himself away from the TV just long enough to grunt, "Did you take your pills?". But downing the bottle could not keep these thoughts away. No matter how many books I bury myself in, or the countless hours I stay at the computer redrafting old poems. I could watch every show, every movie created until my brain becomes slop in my skull. But the fears and desires I so stubbornly keep at bay always find there way in on nights like these. The fear of oblivion, and the desire to run. The fear of oppression, and the desire for adventure. I'm laying on my side in bed

You're like a fallen angel A dusty doll on the shelf Your eyes still to the ceiling Counting the seconds The spans between the rise and fall of your chest Cutting through the torture Tracing the bites on your stomach with shaking fingers Cursing Venus Merciless bitch Drunk behind the gym during class So broken Helpless Yearning and mourning Nothing but a scared little boy Face pressed to the filthy bus window Watching mommy wave goodbye You're a broken wine glass Shattered between stiletto heels Branded with ruby lipstick and the stick of apple wine Babe, don't try to shove your bruised knuckles in your empty pockets Brush it off

I hate this girl With the sneer on her lips Her fingers knotted in her pretty hair Her eyes are wild Manic, sadistic She's so curvy it's almost sad She can't hold down a diet She's hideous And stupid She keeps yanking down her sleeves to cover those pathetic scars Her eyes are droppy Her legs too wide Ink stains on her finger tips And pentagram's drawn on her sneakers She has a silver ring and leather coat She's so desperate to worm into some else's skin I don't want to hate her but I do Who is this, stupid bitch who's smiling like she doesn't have a clue? Putting on a brave face? Ready to face her accuser? He's waiting in the car

Oh, honey you are so lonely Let me hold your hand and talk you through it I'll tell you she's lost a great guy And that this makes me one lucky gal But maybe she was better off And maybe you are too Because the only heart that I have Is the one that belongs to you! You must feel so lost So heartsick and confused Maybe it was your idea Or maybe it was hers Maybe she's one lucky girl! To have dropped that burdensome load! Hurts to be left behind doesn't it? Sucks to be second best? Makes you feel alone? Like nothing could be right again Isn't is horrible to feel like you aren't loved? Like no one gives a fuck? Like someone's just ki

Baby, I hope you bury me in ashes Tear off the fabric of my dress and taste the the skin of my stomach And kiss the cold smile that you never knew You never got the chance to know me Or the story behind each scar You just smiled and nodded all the way through From classroom to coffin From gravel to gravestone You didn't love me from my blue jeans to my little black dress From the car park To the funeral home I was dead from the second I met you I was picking out my coffin on the bus-ride home I was just a figure You were just a ghost-boy Empty Shucked clean from the shell No soul, no heart, nothing my pen could dream up I nev

My twisted heart is beating inside my threadbare shirt My chest is falling But that's boring With out so much as a a sting Or a burn Or an ache No trouble. No toil. No excitement or pain. What is life without excitement? How do I know that I'm alive? Am I somewhere outside, slumped on a desk? Lost in a nightmare with cuts on my wrists? But they long have faded into the tan of my skin I have no connection, no life-line I'm feeling your cheeks with numb hands Tasting your lips with my rotting blue tongue My hands are ice under your shirt I'm just searching for a heartbeat You're sick You're revolting But I want you Any addiction Any

Affection is a disease It blinds the eyes and plugs the ears It's a clear vision, of nothing but emptiness Tying the tongue! Dyes it with value! Coats it with worthless words of silver and red It is nothing but a trick A slide of hand under a skin-tight shirt And that's all it take To make somebody fall in love To heartless abandon the dreams that you once had Fall into bed! Into pleasure! Into the skin of a stranger And I have been called sick And sadistic and vain But you are all so blind That you are living a lie You can't see the delirium when it leaks from your lips And the poisons so purple dripping across