Wednesday, April 16, 2025

Perhaps It’s Unfinished or Perhaps It Made Its Point

 

Fuck me like I’m your last fuck

Treat me like you’ll never be in anyone again

Eat me like you’ll spend the rest of your life starving

Need me like you’ll need this memory 

Destroy everything that’s left 

Hurt me like you’re going to miss me  

Bruise me so I’ll remember 

Make this be everything you need

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