Sometimes you have to give up hope to get it back

sometimes you have to stop believing for something to look like a miracle

blood in my hair and stolen shampoo in my purse

You’re still calling

(I’m afraid)

Calling

(I’m afraid of never being)

(scared of never being true)

Calling me

Little words made of big words

Lance the cyst

Lance the right people for the right price

and you're still calling


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let me go
letting me let you go


letting me let her in
I have to be afraid to let her in

I have to be hopeless to let her bring me hope

I talk a supersized talk



sometimes you have to cry over milk still whole in the bowl

I am crying over nothing but talk

lk
lk
lk



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she's guilty and betrayed but driven
worn by the razor-tipped void of unknowing
a skeleton on its last legs
snow white with the apple that kills slowly
she keeps eating 
it's the only food in the house

he hates her
the hate burns him up like cigarettes and vodka, fresh magma, but it's a silent fury, a fury craving suffering
a fury craving equality 



she doesn't care she just wants to know(THE WHY WHY WHY WHY)




the secret in his head


we're not so different

she's broken

and I've never once been whole
i'm no witch
i'm a girl driven insane by my powerlessness over my power


little darling,
my little girl,
my little girl you have to grow so old now,

my little girl

I'll be right here with you when the pain gets unbearable

I'm letting you in now