I’ll continue to feast upon my own flesh until I choose not to
What fuels me is hundreds of typos during a long night
When I crave to carve your name into my skin.
It has been forcing memories up my throat
Instead of swallowing them.
I’ve been peeling the skin off my lips so carefully
And crafting a crown for myself
At the same speed as the feeling of words
Inching up my spine.
I’ve been trying to forgive myself for things I haven’t done yet
And trying letting go of past hands at checkout lines.
I’ve been longing to ignore all the worlds where we’re together
And finding myself through repeated words said out loud without myself knowing.
I’ve been craving to not want to kill someone for saying they miss you
Though, I know at the same time, these toxic feelings that mix along my bloodstream
Create the most beautiful words.
I won’t peel off the mask each letter wears
holding every word together.
I’ll press my lips together until they dry up
then once in a while
I could try to push them along your flesh
Maybe then my words could do some damage