Sep 2013
Your sly tongue wraps around my rotting teeth as you punch each molar out
so I can taste the feeling of abandonment and pain.
"Leave it to me," you said, taping a picture of yourself to the roof of my mouth,
"to give you an excuse to break every promise you swore you'd keep."
so I can taste the feeling of abandonment and pain.
"Leave it to me," you said, taping a picture of yourself to the roof of my mouth,
"to give you an excuse to break every promise you swore you'd keep."
it's late and I'm simply writing of future possible feelings, or maybe something dark that stored itself to my fingertips.
