hazel and on fire, starry then supernova

how those lies slip easily through those lips

in every bone caught by those sharp teeth

it's easier to love you when those eight letters weren't so familiar on our lips, when your kisses never left a mark on my skin, when your fingers never wrapped around mine so tightly. it's easier to love you when it was just me, when i was all alone and you didn't see this part of the story.

keep a loaded gun into my mouth

forever drawn to my unconsciousness, no use of running away from my fate. at the end of the day, I'm forever my father's daughter with the mouth and the mind of my mother

He brings another to the table, got me savoring every taste on his fingers. Everything I couldn't digest, I swallow whole. And he loves me for that.

“thank you for doing that to me”