I wish for bliss,
That curses me so,
A sad dripping,
Crumbling so.
Sits on my tongue,
Like acid strips,
But not to melt,
Never to provide me with your side effects.
I wish for blood,
The kind that makes me happy,
And drips like happiness,
From copy paper white skin.
Do you understand me?
Everyone else unmet seems to understand,
But you souls surrounding me,
Have selfish hearts content.
I wish for intoxication,
But I’m already drunk,
And you hate drunk girls,
Why don’t you talk to my anxiety?
My tongue wants to melt with yours,
But only in a hazy dream,
Will lust ever materialize,
I’ll kill myself before I’ll let you near.
You don’t even know your name, do you?
As laughter erupts outside,
All I think is, Mason,
Do you ever think of me?
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