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Terrible Habits.

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Old habits die hard,
& My favorite one smells like cigarettes and sex.
He hurts me, & I can't get enough.
Fist in my hair, bruises on my body.
I ask him for more until I'm hoarse.

Old habits die hard,
& My worst one is the way I use my body.
Baby, I don't need you to love me.
I just want you to touch right there.
& Once it's done you can leave.

Old habits die hard,
& My favorite one smells like cigarettes and sex.
He hurts me & I can't get enough.
Scars all over, ink scribbled on paper.
He's the one I'm always complaining about.

Old habits die hard,
& My worst one is the way I use my body.
Baby, I don't need you to love me.
I know you think I'm some kind of angel,
don't let these innocent eyes fool you.

Old habits die hard,
& My favorite one smells like cigarettes and sex.
He hurts me & I can't get enough.
Fuck you, fuck me.
It doesn't matter as long as we both get that next hit.

Old habits die hard,
& My worst one is the way I use my body.
Baby, I don't want you to love me.
I'm a broken bitch,
& I don't have any faith in love these days.

Old habits die hard,
& My favorite one smells like cigarettes and sex.
He hurts me & I love it.
Even though I know it's a terrible idea, I go back every time.
With every bruise and scar, I love him a little more.

Old habits die hard,
& My worst one is the way I use my body.
You can't love me,
my affection is a lethal toxin,
use at your own risk.
My worst fear is to be truely loved.
Just fuck me till I can't think straight. Then it doesn't matter if there's any love at all.
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