The Paper Trails of a Parasite

An Archive of Everyone I've Ever Ruined (Including Myself)

Bedtime Stories

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:
“Nutshell – Alice in Chains” ★
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Truths can be deceitful.

I like when they hold me through the night;

I lay my head on their chest,

Hear their hearts confessing:

Telling me they’re real, I’m real.

I like when they kiss me softly;

I melt into it,

Lips unheard but say so much.

I like it when their hands wander gently;

Caressing my back, 

The sweet spot on my neck that gives me shivers.

It tells me that I’m real,

But only my heart doesn’t confess the same.

Their kiss,

My kiss, two in each other, but oh so far away.

Their kiss means nothing,

Mine gives hope to my heart that maybe

They’ll stay.

I say I like the pain, It’s easier that way.

Can’t hurt what’s already broken.

Lies can be Guileless.

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