I’m the girl you’ll beg to forget. I **** cherries and stain
my lips with their blood. Sometimes, I swallow the sky
just to see how fast the stars will die inside me. I don’t
speak, I scream. I am wind trapped in a room, the fire in
your eyes.
(hate or lust?)
But I am not warm. With me, you’ll feel cold and alone.
I live only so you hate who you are around me, you still
can’t stop chasing after me. You’ll hate who you become
when you get close to the girl who laughs lies and crushes
rose petals just to see them bleed.