2011. rugged footsteps on waves of air
taking two steps back, leaning forward
ignorance never felt so right
ice cold memoirs with the enraged scrapping of the heart
buttermilk dreams reassembled false works of art
inferiority never felt so real
needing you to love me
monstrosity and blasphomy surrounding and clinching tightly
pierce my flesh and tear my skin
love me
or hate me so that you love me
and know never to be tamed
because lonely lost lionhearts never forget what they're named
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