nothing can satiate my bitter heart like the pain of death

it hungers for the endless abyss

If I had a pen,

On a thin sheet of paper, I would write how the way
Your collarbone curvatures.
I will write about you endlessly.

Until the palms of my hands begin to bleed,
And my entire skeleton will start to ache.
It’ll be a reminder to me that I should have
        tried harder to make you stay.

I should have known, that you preferred bitter black coffee
Rather than tea.

My eyes rolls back,
I breathe you in
I won't get enough unless she's exposed.

I need to know how much
You feel bitter for me,
When all I feel is love

"You are poison to the tongue
But
At least you taste like lemon lime punch.

I can't get over the sour of your voice,
It even gives me anxiety with it's overwhelming taste of sweet bitterness.

Let me overdose with the sound of your sour voice.
I figured if anything,
At least I can lie down with the silence of your bittersweet words and this quiet will help me sleep at night.
And
Yet
I know,

You are still poison to the tongue
But

At least you taste like lemon lime punch."