Let me tell ya

your latice shape pupils,

black like the space between the stars.

skin pale as an overcaste day in skegness, 

long red rowed scars.

hair coarse and white, jaggered and messied. 

knuckles bruised and bloodied.

wrists partially covered but the white of your scars cant be hidden,

your way of finding, from your mind, freedom. 

no doubt your body is covered to,

i dont judge, you do you.

jet black etire, should i have expected anything else,

your predictable for sure, dressing like a dark elf. 

Allergic to alliteration also repeatition

alergic to your s**t, its like a constant regurgitation.

spewing up everything said and done before,

old wounds re-opened once healed, but no more.

we fall into a circle, wait cycle.

i am breaking that cycle, i mean circle.

from now on we move forward we wont look back, 

roll on like a tire.

we will keep moving never shall we tyre.

back to you, whats your trigger.

you depresssed stuck up b***h, always concious of your perfect f*****g figure. 

i love to hate you, and hate to love you, but hate to hate you

but your my worst desire. hate burns just as fierce as my loves fire.