I'm gonna write angry
carve my fucks and cunts
and cocksuckers deep
into the pulp
this is how I write you
with broad strikes
you'd hate anything else
no pretty words
no sad but sweet
I'll write you messy
write you hard
write every cut you made in me
because we loved bloody
this is how I write you
in the wreck of us
you ask what kind of soup i've got
and i tell you and then it's quiet and
then you go and then i realise
that i was supposed to ask you something back
it's funny how things can be the best they've ever been and also
pretty awful like am I happy is this happy or do I kinda want to die
is my life progressing growing achieveing what I want or am I
slowly eroding
