I want to press myself into your skin. I want to wedge my words between your fingers.
Let me see the dirt underneath your nails that have etched your face behind my eyes.
My chest is on fire, my soul is about to burst.
Stretchmarks lay across my chest; I think I might be making room for this.
But I'm so afraid to rip at the seams that run along these sides.
And I'll watch your lips for days, memorize the shape that they make when you say my name.
You've made a home in me, and with each word spoken I've helped to move you in.
We're nothing more than roommates in this soul of mine, but I'm biding my time so that I can keep on this rhyme.
My stomach is queasy, I think I better take this easy.
And I'm sorry that I embarrass you with each and every sip.
So afraid to make a slip.
Running away from you with every shot and chasing him down to make it worth every dress I've ever bought.