Black lips

Even though you’re right, this hurt like a bitch.
See this is how it works---you taste something, anything, and you like it. Alot. And then some screwed up excuse for God steals it away from you. No, you haven’t finished it. Yes, it has swirls of chocolate in it. Yes, it whirls through your veins and kickstarts your heart and before you know it you are Magic. You’re rainbows and scars and Beauty and the Beast. Your walls crash around you and you saunter through the shards of glass. You don’t taste the blood.
It’s your own damn brand of heroin.

Now you see it, now you don’t.

Have you ever cut the pieces of a puzzle just to make it fit?
Knives were made for bigger things.

Like you?
Like me?
Who's 'the bigger person' here?

I don't. Makeitstop