i touched the sweetest parts of you, now i have cavities where you should be holding me together. you asked me about it yesterday in a desperate whisper for a substance replacement. you need me when you need something else. i can't be your snow white sweetness, your black tar bride. being a passing part of you has left me rotting from the inside out. i could take care of it, but i'd rather feel your absence than nothing at all.
you told me i wasn't the same girl anymore. you told me to learn how to make people love me with words instead of touch. you tried to get me to get you off. you started getting high again.