Cheers to the middle because that's where it all happens.
I love hard but get nothing in return. I stay up endless nights waiting for you to come home when you come in the door; I think of all the terrible things I want to do to you. Breathe and logically believe that you're not worth me even spitting on you if you were on fire.
By Shyina6 years ago in Poets
Straight out the gate, my words are deadly as ether, and I will poison your veins by the phrases I spray. What's the purpose for guns or knives; my words are more lethal.
