You told me that you'd feel guilt
- but I can feel your words against my skin right now.
I can feel absolutely everything you've ever promised me,
being ripped out of my smile.

I puff out the poison,
and I inhale the smoke.

I think I am screaming,
yet let out a croak.

I can remember the way the sunlight bounced off of you hands.
I wanted to believe you controlled the world.
You were my God.

He kisses my lips,
and he ***** my soul.
"There's no one else here," he tells me.

He holds my hands,
and he abuses my heart.
"Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me." I beg.

Riding in the car brings back so many old memories.
When the car hits a bump all I can think of is your body writhing under me.

As we turn the corner,
I remember the endless curves on your body.

When we get out of the car,
I can almost feel your arms reaching for me to come back to you.

I caught you staring at my hands the other day.
I don't know if I should be happy or sad about it.
You could have been thinking about how they used to play with your hair,
or maybe the fact that they broke your bones.

You gave me a topic,
and you told me to go from there.
If only you knew what I thought of whenever you said 'legs.'

How can I possibly go from here,
whenever legs take me back to there?
If only you knew what I thought of whenever you said 'legs.'