My hand was sweating as I held the pistol. The curve of the trigger was biting against my finger. Now, I'll squeeze the trigger. A tiny bullet will rip through his chest. Maybe I'll lose my sleep tonight, but in the morning I will wake up alive. When this happens, I want to throw up again and again till my heart flops out wet and wrigling on the kitchen floor
I will rip out your fucking heart. Spitting the shards into the roadside, watching as you drain lifeless into yourself. I will laugh andlay my head upon your open chest, reaching in one more time, to turn the knives into bullets, that race and eat your tissue. This is the last triumph I have over you, and I will forever be the everlasting race that could of so easily moved your throat across my blade. But you so easily died, when I pushed my hand into your heart.
Let's strip naked and run through the snow and kiss the moonlight as it drips silver down your cheeks. We can photograph the end of the world from a top the Empire State building.
"I love flowers and trampolines" he said as he snubbed out his cigarette and blew the remaining smoke out of his lungs. "It's cold out here," "Would you like to go inside?" She thought this was odd, cos wasn't he made of air?
I have my heart for you. It's been in my hands beaeting since the day I met you...I don't know where you want me to put it. So I will send it to you. I will wrap it in plastic just to be safe...I will not put it on ice, cos I want it as warm as the day it was removed from my chest. It will be postmarked: "The beginning is here, I will hold you until the end." It will continue to beat as long as you feed it daily...It has stopped bleeding, so no need to clean it.
I will rip out your fucking heart. Spitting the shards into the roadside, watching as you drain lifeless into yourself. I will laugh andlay my head upon your open chest, reaching in one more time, to turn the knives into bullets, that race and eat your tissue. This is the last triumph I have over you, and I will forever be the everlasting race that could of so easily moved your throat across my blade. But you so easily died, when I pushed my hand into your heart.
Let's strip naked and run through the snow and kiss the moonlight as it drips silver down your cheeks. We can photograph the end of the world from a top the Empire State building.
"I love flowers and trampolines" he said as he snubbed out his cigarette and blew the remaining smoke out of his lungs. "It's cold out here," "Would you like to go inside?" She thought this was odd, cos wasn't he made of air?
I have my heart for you. It's been in my hands beaeting since the day I met you...I don't know where you want me to put it. So I will send it to you. I will wrap it in plastic just to be safe...I will not put it on ice, cos I want it as warm as the day it was removed from my chest. It will be postmarked: "The beginning is here, I will hold you until the end." It will continue to beat as long as you feed it daily...It has stopped bleeding, so no need to clean it.