when you, when you hold me tight
i think you squeeze too hard
because, soft one, i see stars

i don’t think
it gets quite that hot,
when i’m jealous,
that my blood actually boils
but i sweat and my hands get slippery,
when i think about how it’s not you and me
it’s you and he

but softest one, even if it hurts
if my eyesight suffers and my blood dissipates under the heat
i love you still, still i love you

my stars, my stars, i think i see stars
in your eyes,
because i hate to admit it
but i’ve made you my universe.
codependency never felt so good
never tasted so much like kissing the moon and tasting sugar.

i think i’m starving and that’s why i see things
things like our hands, things like poems you’ve written about me, things like a link to a tv love story,
things that aren’t real, that can’t be real, because my stomach and my head aches
and every time i see you’re there’s this- this promise of honey i could just swallow up
but it only ever drips from your lips
and your lips are not mine, so i lick it from your fingertips
greedy for just a taste

and i’m not a violent person, but when i see him with honey coating his lips, when i see stars that he never even looks for
i wanna take it
i wanna take all that he took from me
i want his blood, because if i had her, mine wouldn’t be mist in the atmosphere
i want his eyes because all mine can see are stars, stars, stars,
i want his tongue so bad, because i want to taste
that sticky sweet that he’s robbed me of for years