I love the feel of teeth
and how they were used
when you punctured my skin
and let out the blood beneath.
{Oh, I love your teeth}
when we used the air between our cheeks
to push it out under tongues
before we fell asleep.
And I love the stains across those cheeks.
The streams sting after they settle.
After it spills on our bed sheets.
But these day were made to suffer
and I'm the one to blame
because if I'm suffering alone
|  it will keep you sane.  |
|  And you'll never stay the same.  |
|  and I'll dampen all your pain.  |
so that in case you're coming down
I'll fall in your place.
Because there's absolutely nowhere for me to go
absolutely nowhere but into your dreams
into your head where I pray you still keep me.
But I am the martyr
and I'm not done bleeding