I haven’t learnt to breath fire yet So it sits in my chest, pressing against my ribcage, searing the flesh around my heart Hot tongues lick up the inside of my throat, burning my words as they come up, blackening them beyond recognition You put this burning snake inside me And choose to blame me for burning too
You left a burning snake That coils itself at the base of my gut Snorting smoke that travels up inside me Fills my lungs and chokes me Until I learn to breathe fire So I can destroy you with your own devices
You tell her I’m crazy Because I told her how you slid your hands up the insides of my thighs the day you were planning to see her Because I told her how your lips tasted the day you had dinner with her parents Because I told her how you looked between my legs the day you told her you loved her
You tell her I’m crazy Because you had me and wanted her
This is how I die Not by poison, by blade, by bullet or by fault No big exit, no trumpet, no serenade or fall Just you, yourself, left ingrained in my veins Your absence, your silence, is killing me again.
I like the small things in life. I like the smell of sweat on our skin after being out I like the smell of rain in the mornings and the feel of it pattering on the top of my head I like late nights and early mornings, burning my candle at both ends I like putting on makeup and feeling like a girl But I like wearing baggy clothes and my hair up and feeling lazy too I like people's faces; I like crooked noses and thick eyelashes I like thick hair and crooked smiles I like sunrises and sunsets I like thunder and lighting I like sleeping in and waking early I like mornings before the world has woken up; I like nights after the world has gone to sleep I like life, and everything that comes with it But you should always appreciate the small things in life Because life without these things wouldn't be life at all