i'm not shakespeare

these violent delights have violent ends.

take my heart and keep running with it.

running to find a better set of bones underneath more willing girls. 

my head's rewinding like a VHS

while you're still spewing the same hollow words out your mouth

and hoping to get f*****g lucky this time.

she'll tell you what your body wants to hear

and that you're better than you know you are.

you never wanted me to be real

since your hands couldn't touch me.

and it'll take time for my brain to heal

but i'm not a corpse yet

so stop trying to dig my grave, darling. 

Author's Note

worst thing i've written. first world problems.