today we ended. there are no tears or remorse...just hand-me-downs. i loved being his band-aid; drowing with him always. we would pass every red light...pretending to be innocent in the dark. we were twisted, desperate, and forsaken. the blind spot: whore free for all special possession forever in self-hate the butterfly: pig douche ear wax junkie a man of prison I still have his hand print. love, deadempress