douche my cooch

I love you marie happy birthday girl and i mis you sooo much no one can replace you/ you are unique/ beautiful/ and of course the sexiest thing i have every seen in my fucking LIFE/ and your curls..... i dont even knowhwtat he fuck to say about them you just turn me on/ just kissing bout the turn me on thing but im not kidding about your damn sexy curls@!

i dont wanna hold you

and feel so helpless

i dont wanna smell you and loose my senses

and smile in slow motion

with eyes in love- Rufus Wainwright

and yeah im not perfect

maybe im more insecure than i thought/ maybe you won't notice my holes in my body  and these scars and bruises i carry/ but they are glued onto my skin like cold steel rods/through typed words and bright colored screens/my words are just letters and phrases/but maybe through my tears you can hear my built up anger and frustration/but my tears are hidden behind closed doors/ because my tears are another insecurity and weakness and that leads to imperfection