sliding on your teeth and your lies
you kind of taste like midnight
a dash of cheap wine
in street fights
and i’m spinning in circles
in a twirl of emotions
breaking backs of men i tarnish
i swear to bare men in towels
in bedrooms i could only
dare to break through
i still taste your lips
and i forever feel you in this
our grip, that night
fine wine and screams in fright
in cemeteries i die
for this to make sense
for reasons to end
like fingertips
on your spine
i caress to bend you backwards
to bring you forth
to manipulate and eat my way
through a dark broken heart
of men i can’t hold
it’s not like i wanted
this to be
i wanted this to end
as a masochist
can only feel
the feeling of darkness
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