Breathless Abandon.

You're a lush

and so broken
and vulnerable
and screaming out for validation.

You're a wreck
and everything I prey on

You are desire
and all the screaming, breatheless abandon that comes with it.

You're exposed
and I've closed my sights on you

You're a lush
and benetah it all...

I'm lost in you.

You're a lush
and I just wish you were mine.

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You don't know what it is to pick yourself up from this - to gather strength, move on.
You don't know what it is to cure the cancer that eats at your heart - because the way you're treating it - is the same fucking way it got there to begin with.
You don't know what it takes - to lay it on the line, to risk, to run.

You don't know.

+ I'm the stupid wounded girl, with the stupid wounded heart, that lay it all down, that chose not to fight, for once. That chose - instead of being chosen.


+ I guess, in the end - baby, if I'm stupid, then you're just bad for business.

In the grand scheme of things.

There's that old feeling. The clouds roll in, threatening rain.

Death of.

Destruction of.


There's that old voice again, dripping with Premium Stolen Vodka - it's just this once.
You're that little girl again - wanting someone to notice, someone to love, someone to

staystaystaypleasestayandneverleavemestaystaystay

So, once the other shoe has dropped and you've gotten what you wanted what then?