I Spit The Same Self-Pitying Lines And Hope You Never Notice

These are my scattered seductive words of betrayal and sin recorded on any scrap of paper I can find.

They dance across the crevices of your body, the shadows, as you twist yourself between the sheets. Are you trying to run from your nightmares? Or are you escaping me? These puppet strings tie you to your lewd words and movements. I’ll watch you slip across a television screen. This is you and me, imprinting ourselves into one another. Hide your face from these silent whispers draining the sweat from your innocent skin. I’ll wash you clean as we bathe in the fires of sin. This is your salvation. I’ll save you from your nightmares, after all it’s not like we’ll ever sleep.

I listen to pretty boys when they tell me I’m beautiful through my blaring speakers.

Don’t get full of yourself just because I said I like you. I don’t care who’s your fucking boyfriend or who he’s fucking. You brag about your clan of boytoys, but in the end they don’t even give a shit who you are. It’s how fast the skirt comes off that matters. Spend your time practicing how to put on mascara that will only wash off with your tears when you find yourself 16 and pregnant and alone. That pistol will look good when it’s grasped in you blood coated hand; just as good as when I killed you all. A slim, pale neck in my hands. I swear, I’m not going insane. I’m just fine with lying and saying I’m fine. That bruise around your neck spells “I love you.” I swear, I love you. Even if I’m lying with blind and bleeding eyes, does it really matter? We’re all looking blindly into voids screaming words we don’t mean. I painted my hands red with my love, or was it your blood as I submerged myself in you?

Be my diary and I’ll give you my words.

I wiped utter defeat across your face. Did you get a nice taste of my blood? This isn’t trying to make you lose; it’s your doom’s day. My blade of hate will eat you from the inside, blackening you tears. Wrath. This sin burns the skin of my facade; no face remains. I am the goddess of sin and death, coming for you lies. No stars will light this darkness in my heart of coal. My cauterized heart. Break away the shield of hateful words. Did you find a lantern for your darkness or a monster to consume you? Black sails coming for you will take away the pain. When everything leaves you, I will be here with your revenge. A shadow blade of revenge lives in one hand, while my other holds a gun to my head. A gun to numb my heart. Or is it a needle to inject my sins into you? This goddess has 14 limbs. I carry a lantern to bring you to me; you will seek me as I burn you away.

If I could breathe you into my lungs, I would live on you forever.

I can hear my heartbeat when I look at you, but you’ve sealed your mouth like a true smooth talker with a silver-iced tongue. Hold back this smile with bittersweet butterfly kisses. Is this how you say goodbye? I see the moon when I look you straight in the eyes; you make me want to look away. Clear azure eyes reflecting the lake in you. I could read you like a drifting cloud sealing away a smile. You’ve got an innocent smile that’s playing with fire. Did you burn my words away? I can’t speak to you when fairy dust is all that comes out of my mouth. Is it because I devoured your dreams? Black regret drifts like a layer of oil in your sea, coating me in the darkness you tried to wash away. I’m darker than black, yet more pure than an angel’s wings when you’re wishing me goodbye. It’s you death wish passed off as a prayer, but I love your taboo lips. You’ve bulletproof, poison fangs with the god’s last breath in your palm. Don’t hide from me; I know how to speak the language of sinners too.

Sorry if I listened for shorter than expected, I’ve got an addiction to change.

Rikki [not romance]

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I Spit The Same Self-Pitying Lines And Hope You Never Notice

Screaming Through My Internet Connection

You care more about a show pony than you do me. I guess, I’ve become your fucking show pony. I guess, I’m a little aggressive. I want to burn you in Hell with all this words of heartbroken misfits. I don’t plan on becoming your lovely honor student. I’d rather rot away like your maggot-infested heart. I’ll look damn good when I stand next to you, so rot in hell. This isn’t something that’s temporary. It’s not you that I want to kill. I’d rather suffocate myself with my own hands ’cause I ain’t gonna let a bitch like you kill me! We smoke like bastards waiting for a life to come along. Smoking away the worthless words I tossed your way. Have you ever heard a breath I’ve taken, or am I a doll? Your plaything to stretch and squish until it breaks and I become your trash. I’ve already become trash to you. Well, FUCK YOU! I’m not sorry and I’d hate to apologize for popping out of a bitch. I’ll recite your tongue twister demands until I bite my tongue off. This blood is dirty with your demands. This blood is filthy just like yours. When I disappear, will you call me a fool, a coward, or will you just spill everything you wanted to say? I won’t scream in front of you. I won’t cry in front of you. This face is a porcelain mask to cover these hideous thoughts that you’ve never seen. Psssh! And you think I’m already hideous! You don’t know a fucking bit about me! Call yourself the mother of a monster or a saint doomed to forever suffer because of me. Well, suffer all you want. I wish to brand my mark into you until your fake composure that you passed to me cracks beneath your very feet. Let those tears run down your face until you turn as black as me. I’m the girl from the ashes; you can’t fucking beat me at burning in Hell! I’ll kiss your cuts with my neuroleptic lips. Let my delusion burn away your mind that you say is so precious.

I hate that you’ll never know how ugly I really am.

Rikki [not romance]

Screaming Through My Internet Connection

Butterfly Kisses For Corpses (Love Confession)

I’ll spread myself across the computer screen because it’s more fun to imagine the worst possibility than to be rejected. Tell me some thing that will soften my heartbeat and I’m sick of these unheard e-love confessions. Should I apologize for fantasizing about someone that doesn’t exist? Because I don’t know who you are and I’ve already accepted that I’ll die alone. I burn friendships because red strings could never keep us together. I’m alright, really. I’m here for a temporary fix when no one’s around, but I won’t find a white butterfly to fly through the air. I’m not resentful either because I won’t let you excite my tears.

Maybe someday I’ll be beautiful.

I’m carving my love confessions into my heart until it bleeds through my bleak innocence. This is my birthday present to you. “I’m sorry that you loved love more than you ever loved me.” I’ll always apologize for your mistakes because you don’t even look at me anymore. You don’t even know me anymore… if you ever did. This is my blissful memory of something painful. I’m not a masochist, I swear. I’ve just become accustomed to burning in the hot fires of Hell. Will you tie me down, so I never have to think about escaping? It’s alright like this. It’s alright being alone.

I’m a broken clichĂ© for a beautiful suicide.

Will you see me when my brains are splattered against the back wall? I’m carving your mark into me because you’d never leave it there. I like to read about fantasies that will never happen. I spend more time in my mind than I do with you. And with my last breath I’ll tell you, “You’re my most important person,” while I write your name in my blood.

Can’t you see? You’re killing me.

Rikki [not romance]

Butterfly Kisses For Corpses (Love Confession)