Reborn into this skin of a warrior. Past these birthmarks and moles are stories of the warriors battle scars. You ask me why my heart aches out of my chest, yet this is just my battle cries. Dancing in the flame, though I won't let the devil submerge me. Drowning into obis of my pasts regrets. Dainty ink marked my skin with the things this little girl never said. When I absorb them into my shoulder they no longer felt so dainty. Biting my lip made a metal taste absorb into my tastebuds memory and it felt almost like revenge of my enemies.

They say don't get a lovers name tattooed on your delicate skin. Though I’d rather have my skin stained in ink than on my heart. Faded roses with a one liner left on my kitchen table. Choking on the memory of you. Please have mercy. Your sweet tooth I learned to love has become bitter on my tongue. Open cavity in my chest. Old lips dipped in chocolate to be mistaken to be sweet. I’ve kissed boys like you, how could I not recognize that taste. Melting under your stare. Guarded my heart with every bone I had. Sliced me with your tongue. I sowed every scar you left behind. Your dagger always made me bleed the most. Oh, baby how you turned my mind into a patch of daises just to burn them to ash. I took off for nights searching for myself to only find the reflection of pain you left me. I had mistaken his hungry hands for eyes. Should have known that your harsh fingertips weren't trying to learn my every curve. You tried ******* lust out of my neck. Love was no longer served at this table for two. This table became a table of self-love and growth. Feeding myself with every little last insecurity you left sitting on my plate. I learned how to add flowers to my vase without you. The only thing that was allowed in my mouth that was bitter was my coffee. New lips drenched in peaches. Took the dagger out of my arm and set it on my table to remind me of mistakes. Nourished my garden outside putting lilies out there as daisies no longer pleased me.

Do his thumbs taste like honeysuckles? Is it the little way he squeezes your thighs after a long night of lust war paint on your tongue? Or was it a smokey quartz lies that kept you in close when I should have departed? Did my lips just echo of please stay here baby? Chaotic kisses left on the pale blouse I wore when you told me to stay. There’s a dusk glitch over our town, but it glowed when your lips became a crescent moon.

I’m sorry that I can't love you. Part of me wants to dive in your unknown ocean, but baby I hate the cold. Baby, there may be a shark and he will eat me whole. I’m caged at the top of the cliff with the raven that won't fly for its wings has been broken far too many times. Lost in the weeds sometimes it’s all I see. I couldn't love you because of the echoes of that raven while it cries out in vain. The Raven knows you can't love when you're broken. ****, I wish I would have learned that from my last ocean dive. Baby his ocean, never saw sunlight. The clouds would surround him and I. I swear to god it now comforts me as the darkness is all I’ve to know. Tentacles would submerge me under the dark blues and make me promise I’d stay. His words became barnacles on my body as I’d try to pull them off to let myself be free, but there would be more harm than just staying still.