Face away
smile at me...

It's feeling but
without the pain...

It would be nice to slit your throat,
just a little bit...

In mine eyes
it's you, only you...

Could I have you
if I wanted to...

We're close on the chair
your arms around me...

May your travels take you many places,
may you do great things...

Boredom induced creativity.
Sharp gnawing on the inside...

Note: This poem doesn't really have slang in it...
I an your angel...

I can't feel as the nails scrape into my skin,
I can't feel the flesh part...

I want to hold your shaking hands,
caress them 'till they stop...

Eloquence
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