Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.
T.L. MARTINDamaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.
T.L. MARTINI don’t deal with them. And if I don’t deal with them, I have no reason to learn their names.
T.L. MARTINI may be unhinged, but I’m constantly working to channel my urges. It never stops, the self-restraint, the need for more.
T.L. MARTINA mouse trying hard to come off as a lion.
T.L. MARTINCrawl inside this body, find me where I am most ruined – love me there.
T.L. MARTINYou are my blue crayon, the one I never have enough of, the one I use to color my sky.
T.L. MARTINSomewhere along the way, she weaved herself so deeply into my veins I can’t fucking inhale without her breathing life into me.
T.L. MARTINYou will eventually lose control, and when you do – when you lose every last shred of it until you can’t see red from black, right from wrong – I will be here. Ready to back you up, the way you should be doing for me.
T.L. MARTINBe you. All of you. Without consequence. Without judgment.
T.L. MARTINShe wore her scars as her best attire. A stunning dress made of hellfire.
T.L. MARTINRevenge is all my soul knows. It’s the only thing I’ve lived and breathed for almost as long as I can remember.
T.L. MARTINGod, can he see what he’s doing to me.
T.L. MARTINBefore I found an outlet through sex and blood.
T.L. MARTINHe was unhinged. Shameless. Everything wrong and everything right. And he held the key to my cage in his palm.
T.L. MARTINDarkness watches me from every angle. My only friend. From its own place within the silence, it speaks to me in a strange way.
T.L. MARTINLike I’m a puzzle to be worked out and he’s got all damn day.
T.L. MARTIN