If I never were to see you again You'd join an ever- growing line of women Who tell themselves they never heard my name before
Women I gave a piece of myself to A kiss on the forehead and spine A squeeze of the hand A look that says "I only feel safe in my own skin, when yours is touching mine."
Maybe those looks are the problem Maybe the kisses are smothering I might be throwing up red flags to everyone
Swap spit with him and he will be upside down in love with you Swap any other body-fluid and you might have to change your Locks Phone number Point of view But it's not that I never set out to ruin anyone's day Or scare them into thinking i'm Patrick Bateman
It's just when I share these looks, kisses, fluids More often than not, even if it was some kind of Mistake amongst random strangers/lovers I'm giving a piece of me to have Marked FRAGILE: THIS END UP
Label me transparent and then see right through me When I find myself giving away chunks of my person I can't seem to tell where love and blood Begins and Ends.