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Make me feel loved again, even if it's fake.

Summary:

pickle starts splitting. (pickle POV the whole fic)

god i love poetry

SH warning

THE MORE I WROTE THE MORE I REALIZED HOW MUCH I KIN PICKLE THIS ISNT FUNNY IM GOING TO CRY.

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I can't stop.

I can't stop the wonderful feeling of slashing my arm open.

I need you, Taco

I miss you so much.

 

Now you own me, with your name engraved on my skin.

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I can't stop the blade

 

I hate you. I hate you so fucking much. I want to kill you.

But I love you oh so dearly.

I miss how you would pretend to like me.

 

If I say please, will you stay?

Will you indulge in my late night fantasies?

I miss how you would treat me, even if it was fake all along.

Just come back and open my legs once more.

 

I stand up hazardously, tumbling over atoms

I grab my pen and paper and write sloppily.

 

"Taco.

Meet me at my hotel room. I love you."

 

My tears and blood drip onto the letter, it's unreadable

I fall to my knees in horror, desperate for my Taco to come and save me.

 

Make me feel loved again, even if it's fake.