it don't feel right when we're not togther u know what i mean
[ you are ten and you are in hell waiting for your brother to come get you the way you always manage to come get each other. you are eleven and hell is your new mother and her family telling you aren't really a person, not in the way other people are people. you are fifteen and hell is something else, someone else, but always your new mother, and always being separated from your brother. you are seventeen and hell is finding him and he isn't there, he's outside his body while you beg him to come back to himself. you are twenty, and twenty-one, twenty-two, and so on, and hell is watching your brother become someone else and you are always apart now, and you are always missing him.
today hell is this, separation by choice, by habit, his hand instead of Romy's mouth, Romy's hand instead of Jules'. sometimes his head gets all fucked up when he thinks too hard about how they live two different lives now. it never feels right. he hasn't felt right since that last night when they were ten, or maybe since that first kiss.]
i love you but you always try and piss me off even though all i want is you i'd give you me all the time if you really wanted it. i'd fuck you up every day n put you back together n i'd let you do the same to me why aren't u here so i can sit in your throat so i can sit pretty on ur dick where i'm supposed to be u always say u want me and then u never come n do something about it
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[ you are ten and you are in hell waiting for your brother to come get you the way you always manage to come get each other. you are eleven and hell is your new mother and her family telling you aren't really a person, not in the way other people are people. you are fifteen and hell is something else, someone else, but always your new mother, and always being separated from your brother. you are seventeen and hell is finding him and he isn't there, he's outside his body while you beg him to come back to himself. you are twenty, and twenty-one, twenty-two, and so on, and hell is watching your brother become someone else and you are always apart now, and you are always missing him.
today hell is this, separation by choice, by habit, his hand instead of Romy's mouth, Romy's hand instead of Jules'. sometimes his head gets all fucked up when he thinks too hard about how they live two different lives now. it never feels right. he hasn't felt right since that last night when they were ten, or maybe since that first kiss.]
i love you
but you always try and piss me off even though all i want is you
i'd give you me all the time if you really wanted it.
i'd fuck you up every day n put you back together n i'd let you do the same to me
why aren't u here so i can sit in your throat
so i can sit pretty on ur dick where i'm supposed to be
u always say u want me and then u never come n do something about it