Bubblegum bitch.

I want you to die for my love.

She kisses me hard.
It’s uncoordinated and messy; I feel thirteen again.
I hate her, I really fucking hate her.
It’s passionate, I want to break her bones.
They say there is a very fine line between love and hate; I say it’s blurred.
She fumbles with my jeans as I pull off her top.
Trails of bruises etch her skin.
She’s still so fucking beautiful.
Cracks on a porcelain vase.
Her mouth tastes of coffee and cigarettes.

She won’t admit she has a problem.

I won’t admit I’d die for her.

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It might seem super cliche at the moment but I'll make it exciting don't y'all worry.

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Oh and if you can't tell already I'm in love with Marina and The Diamonds.