Raw Meat
Settling for your “love” is like eating raw meat;Seemingly better than nothing (It’s not! Please don’t!)Consecutive abasement making memories rustyPerpetual selfishness eating all of my walletsThe occasional slap, the weekly headacheYou’re such a fucking bitchYou’ve turned this house into Pier Paolo Pasolini’sSalò mansion, but with the Circle of Blood being rare;But if you were my size, you would make it the most commonYou keep violence in your dreams because you know outsidersWill reach in, strip you of your halo, then smash your face with itAlways speaking of finding another man with ease, scaring theLonely teenager in me– I’m brought to that damn bittersweetnessOf your crystal mouth, the hymns of forgotten men wrappedTightly around your dry tongueSo many reasons to leave you in Purgatory, but you’ve killedAncient connections so that I remain in this icy warehouseHowever, they’re much more human than you, so you’re fucked
Leehon
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