I’ve kissed the vipers that seep venom into my mind. I’ve loved the walls that never break down for me. I have given blood and fire to the gasoline station floors. I ran miles for the heroine doped veins. My body was their jungle gym and they left their secretions on my flesh and created open wounds to infect. I seeped blood, screaming and I would cry in agony, just for a drip of mercy. They’d laugh in sadistic pleasure, spit on me and leave me to a pulp. I’d lay there shivering wondering what else I could’ve given to make them love me back.
To all the boys I’ve loved before (via venuspalms