i think the word noxious was invented for you, then again,
maybe it was invented for us two and we keep building bridges
and i think we do it just to watch them burn

i’m becoming used to it, the smell of smoke injecting my lungs
and i’m fighting with you just to see how much you care,
i’m fighting with blood chasing adrenaline in my veins and
nonchalance as sickening as this polluted air

i clench my fists with the same force as gravity;
you’re the only person who clouds my sanity

did i ever tell you your face makes me sick?
i can feel the ***** rise in my chest every time the candle
in your eyes bellows a flick and i never did like the way you
wash my name around your mouth, it’s like i’m something
in your teeth, a pungent berry who didn’t deserve to be picked

trace your tongue along my skin like you’re finding the perfect
place to bite, i’ll hold your hand against my body, tight, the way you like

did i ever tell you that i don’t like your voice?
it makes me want to rip out my ear canal and
suffocate you with your words, just out of spite

all those times i called you handsome, i said it
through gritted teeth; you’re only handsome with your hands all over me

i hate you with a passion that burns hotter than the sun
but i love you like an alcoholic loves *****, gin and ***

i’ve just burnt another bridge we’ve built down to ashes on the ground, though there’s a bedroom upstairs
and we have all the time in the world to ourselves