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This will destroy you.

Deviation Actions

Published: Jan 20, 2010

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_{"We are running away from home, and who we are, and your skin is meeting me at the edges where we tear our seams apart like ribbons waiting to be pasted onto some portrait, but what we're doing isn't going to make something beautiful. It's just tearing us apart, and I wanted to tell you that I'm not doing it anymore, but your lips slid into that scar I told you about, and I felt the edges creak and everything inside of me ached to be torn. But you-you, we- can't we just be okay?"

"I know what it's like to want to stop, and grace yourself with blush and hope you look okay, and miss your skin, and press it to someone. But our skin isn't meant to blush or breathe, it is meant to break and blemish. We are swimming in ourselves, and our skin is holding all that in, but we need to flood each other and so we tear, and tear, because the ribbons let you out. They let you out. Would you rather bloat?"

"My visions of your face are blurred and I miss the skin on your hips because it hurts too fucking bad to grind against bare bone and I fucking hate when you slide against my raw nerves and tell me I am feeling more than I have ever felt before. I am feeling fury, and I am feeling fear. I miss your skin, miss the way it blossomed with goosebumps and smoothed with friction."

"My skin was poison to begin with and you knew it with every inch of your being when you hovered over me with your eyes wet and your chest shut. We were closed beings and every attempt at making love was like pounding against a brick wall, and all I've ever wanted to do is to TOUCH you, I mean really TOUCH you."

"You're not FUCKING TOUCHING ME, you're KILLING me."

"Dying is loving."

"I don't fucking love you."

"You'll never fucking love anyone."

"I'll just be raw, and bloody, and loveless and it's all because of you."

"You just don't know how to love"

"You just want to die."

"Fuck you."

"Rot in hell."}