Contamination of souls by wicked hearts

Daisy’s heartache only lingers because she wants it to. Her raspy voice and skin of glue, I stick to her like she’s my only hope. Her dreams of weird epiphanies only dawn at her during daytime when she rehearses for her lovely debut. She says she’s starlight, a showstopper, and a blooming ingénue. I work my way up her stairs, of the house she’s built alone. I stop and my tailwind begets my knock on her heavy metal door. I am here only because once I told her how when I wake up after a nap, my glabella almost always wants to collapse on itself, nails pounding in my head, but she says we have all seen this episode, and still love the show. She contaminates my soul.

I am a horrible human being …… it hits me. My wandering eyes almost always settle on a chance to become the hero. Just how low did you think i’d go before I self-implode, before I’d have to go and set you free, but you’ve made your place inside me daisy. On days when I can’t differentiate you from myself in the mirror, you almost always end up killing my friends. Daisy you are so wicked, I wish thinking about leaving you was as easier as cutting my belly fat off with a knife, and the weird parts of my humongous thighs. I wish actually leaving you was as easier as leaving the food that overflows from the rim of my plate, a choice i’ve made for attention’s sake. Daisy I wish I woke up without you some days. As much as I need the technicolor you bring to my life, i’ve fallen in love with his black and white, my budding cinephile. And daisy when you’re with me, I change my clothes with the lights off. If I could strangle your reflection in my shadows, it would take two hands for your wide neck, to silence your bestial roar. Daisy with a name like yours, i expected a gentler touch and some accountability but our outlines have blurred and I get to take the blame. Daisy you settle on my breasts when their wandering eyes settle on my chest during conversations. You caress me like a wanting hand, my clothes tighten behind my back. Daisy I wish you died every day of my life but I have to love you. I have to love the life I shall build with you, what a shame the bride’s fucked in the head but all my sisters have done the same and so has my mother. You’ll be fine.