And wallowing seems better instead.
He's looking for half smoked cigarettes
And I'm trying to bite his lips so hard
He can taste me the next day.
But the bruises and red scratches
Only last a day.
You've maybe sworn off women
But some girl-child Lolita
No angel
No time
Can't shake how your mouth
Left imprints on my spine the
Whole time we napped.
I wanted to kill the fleeting part
Where you tried to say some goodbye
And I tried to sink my skin into yours
Because I don't want mine anymore
Flesh. Fresh. Flushed.
I kissed your eyelids
You made me saccharine and sour