What if I know it isn’t good for me
What if this heart under my skin, beneath my breast
under the thin lining of my shirt
only pulses becuase it knows it will be hurt
like a last breath, ******* in all the air it can get
Because it doesn’t know if it will breathe again
Holding someone's hand is like a heist I don't know will succeed
Kissing a cheek is slicing open a creation built with
love, admiration, with no retaliation
Shall I reject enjoyment that might not last?
Or shall I succumb to myself in the moment
Let the bittersweet flavor hit my tongue later
Until the sting comes, I will make atonements
There is no sting, though
I keep tasting a poison I know is bad for me
It’s only until I pour alcohol on my open wounds
That I know it hurts
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 9:30 AM UTC
What if I know it isn’t good for me
What if this heart under my skin, beneath my breast
under the thin lining of my shirt
only pulses becuase it knows it will be hurt
like a last breath, ******* in all the air it can get
Because it doesn’t know if it will breathe again
Holding someone's hand is like a heist I don't know will succeed
Kissing a cheek is slicing open a creation built with
love, admiration, with no retaliation
Shall I reject enjoyment that might not last?
Or shall I succumb to myself in the moment
Let the bittersweet flavor hit my tongue later
Until the sting comes, I will make atonements
There is no sting, though
I keep tasting a poison I know is bad for me
It’s only until I pour alcohol on my open wounds
That I know it hurts
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