DEAR H,
Thank you for high school and hannah and heartbreak. For hollow and handy and handsome. You claim happy herself, hide in laugh and cheerful
Today you hurt me. Heavy hearted and hideous. Hushed and hunched over, hand around my heart. Maybe it was me, hyper sexual me, hips held down and hands in my hair me.
There is a new one now, a boy this time. Him he his hands don’t hurt like hers hurt mine, he is not hunting and i am not hunted. i call my ex a bad word and regret it in my head
baby broke the cycle of giving head and feeling hollow. picked me up at three didn’t ask when i swallowed
he’s older than me, i mean i still can’t drive. It’s been like a week? Maybe since the first time i got high. My sister hates how reckless i am, climb out the window for them my legs so cold i can’t even stand
and the H isn’t there he smells like drugs and hair god i wish i cared i really should be scared
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