Do you count the cracks in your teeth
After the bomb goes off in your mouth
After his lips collide with yours
Do you know that every time he touches you
He leaves pieces of himself behind
Underneath your skin
Causing wounds to form because his words are
Corroding
Do you talk words that flow like the wind
That fall from your mouth like rain
A thunderstorm of ways to describe his hand on the back of your neck
A explosive end