"im sleeping with lucifer . i used to get off to satan. they appear on the outside to be the same: the beautiful angel damned to hell & then there's satan, the one whose evil wreaks like oil leaking out of yr old cadilliac."
Remember fucking everyone over from home and running away together?
remember not needing friends?
remember those blue eyes that other girls are always oozing over & i'm just used to?
we never ask ourselves about these things anymore, oh well
and sometimes i smile and you ask me why and im usually remembering the story of us falling in love because bobby, its really one for the books.
won't you write me a book already? (i keep asking you but maybe it should be the other way around. yr just a better writer and fuck you for that one)
and remember strawberry burns theyll go away soon enough
or well just be buried with collapsed veins, right?
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