claiming i love it when the red water comes out
connecting the cuts that you’ve drawn
u say “ily” to my cvs-stained face
but u still use ur tongue
to cut slits in my body
it hurts but u think i invite the feeling
you’re feeding me poison words
i don’t like the taste of it
i never feed you because i’m already leaking
redness dripping
the water is warm so i think of summer
i fake smile to myself