Consumed

You taste like sin—the best kind imaginable.

You—you’re what’s important. Music will never be more important than you.

I devour her. And she consumes me.

Because you couldn’t keep those hands of yours out of my fucking hair the last time I had you to myself.

And at this point, do you think a give a fuck anymore? I looked out for me and only me for years, and then you came along. You made me feel things. And when I laid here after I came back from seeing you beat up and broken because of me, I stopped caring what happens to me.

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