sum wannabe words lol

i wrote you stories, you wrote me apologies

i hate looking at you and seeing you miss me. i’d rather you hex me than break your neck for me. if you could just grab it. stab me in the heart, reduce me to a martyr. If only you’d  just hate me the way i loved you. 

There were moments i adore but i could never want more. I stole the stars from skies we kissed under; I dreamt of hanging myself with a rope with the star hanging on the end of a thin fibre of articulation. I would paint it. Punch a hole in it. Just so i could scream to the fools that i am proud to be yours, in my best handwriting covering a note laid beside my corpse like a bedside snack.

Of course!

I lied, down on an unwashed mattress. unwashed body. unwashed actress. 

I admire the sky to steal another star. Oh shit! wont’cha look at that you absolute fucking doll! It’s  too dark out to see. So i took your heart, practically fed on it - as if it was my last meal. The last thing i could steal .

Sometimes i pray for the hunger to just fucking come back. I break my knees begging for dissatisfaction and run my pathetic praying hands through a straightening iron. I gaze at the ash and burnt palms laid infront of me. All i’ve ever been is fucking stardust.