happy house

baby i like the way you remember
all my pretty lies
the way you pretend
you believe them for me
the way you think
this sick sweat is bond
the way you guard this
shard house
this hot pipe
i can’t make that noise you do
when we fuck
the noises after
your crack whimpers
little girl devotions
but my mouth makes the sounds
my tongue finds its way around
and you don’t ask for more
if i don’t look at your eyes
i hold you the way you want
you don’t ask for more
and i don’t give
we can lie here

till the breathing starts
till the feeling stops
till the next time

this is a happy house

we’re happy here
in this happy house

we’re happy here
with these lies

these pretty lies

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I have become obsessed with The Weeknd recently, and this piece is super influenced by his album House of Balloons.


self destructive, drugs, relationship, dark, sexual

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