it's 9:55 and i haven't taken my medicine yet
(green and white pills caused by hesitation)
the way that you hold my skin is like a reminder
that i

tell me i burn like the sun
(and close your lips when it comes to the aftermath)

you shake your head when i tell you that i wasn't made to be touched
you try to deny one of the only truths i still know about myself
because you are scared if my ******* aren't there for you to hold

i'm so tired of
imitating the girl you love
holding her hostage
in favor of my ***** cheeks
seeping heat into the pillows