i’m really goddamn fed up
of trying and failing to
wear my heart on my sleeve.
i no longer want to live
in fear of keeping it exposed
where it can get
bumped and bruised.
i want to tear it off
and
force it down your throat.
i want you
to taste the regret in my
blood and finally know
how long its been marinating.
i want to tell you how i feel // a.s.m
Silenticel 