how can you say nothing
in so many words

i used to yell at you for
littering my collarbone with empty words
my neck with love-bites
but i'm the same, love,
if not worse

because i think i'm better
in that i've never held a heart like you have
and beat it to a pulp
but we are made of the same flesh
and ugly in the same ways

my flesh clinging onto my bones
begging not to let my heart fall out
and wanting you to touch it all the same
maybe i could be the type to dig through skin
and find your heart, desperate to keep beating

i can break you just as easily,
if only you let me;