i dont wanna be your baby,
i want to be your heroin
your bad habits
the reason that you sweat,
fiend for the way my lips feel
pressed against your hip bone
as if its the only thing that
will get you through the night,
the reason your screaming,
fetal position on the bedroom
i want to be the reason your
hands shake when you run out
of the taste in between my thighs,
i want you to leave with traces
of me tucked underneath your
i want you to hurt the way i did,
heart pounding and arms bleeding
- there is no poetic way to say “i want to break your heart”. (via urbanendling)

(Source: sadfrick, via pizzabocks)