i'll kill you.

so blunt, so rash. Sitting here with my legs crossed in these steletos i had to put on because they floor needed a beating. Oh i left the back door open so the dog could escape oh i kissed his cheek under the coffee table by mistake. Oops i slipped...fine skipped one or two classes and lied my way through to his child like crainium. i'll get away with it. I'll bake those browies and serve them to my spanish class. i'll get away with loveing two at a time...hm lets make that three then. Im fueld by your happiness in the sickest of ways, see when the going gets tough and i dont get what i want i put on these shoes and slipp into my tightest jeans and actually focus on appearances and making you fall. oh fiona, oh finola or the roots of names and tips of tounges and descriptive things that filled my bed with blood. Strength comes from everything i see when im challenged strength flys through windows and crawls out underneath doormatts, it rises from chimneys and collects in my lungs. As i breathe in your smoke as i breathe in his stare as i breathe in secrets with myself, Fuck it i'll take the whole fucking lott.