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I'd pop these berries if I could just taste your lips,
Like saccharine, I'd slam a bottle of vinegar
If I could throw you up again
Give me one more night,
Let us loath, let us spite
Give me a reason
To let you ruin my life
For every warning told, to keep me away from you
An exercise in futility, I'm only goods
to be damaged, worn, and abused
I thrive on hurt, relish the agony
It's the only time I feel relatable,
Where I'm never to sick to comfort myself
The bile churns, it burns
My lungs are charred,
It's as if I've never learned
To stay close to the ground,
Amongst the shit-storm brewing, overhead
I breathe you in, enough to gasp
Enough to do this thing to death
Alcohol, caffeine, and nicotine was all I got from you
My hand shoved down my throat
Oh, M-E-H, I'm dying to throw you up again.
Your words that curdle, and burn
Indiscreet
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