you might have baked your soul into mine, dipped your tongue into my sugars and tasted the only sweetness i truely have. Have you ever felt the heat the flushes through me when i'm so angry that i break glass just hear myself? Have you ever kissed my lips when they are so blue and chapped that i could almost lose you inside the cracks? You know the answer is no. You feel that void. You feel it biting at the pit in your stomach that you fill with whiskey and crackers. C'mon love, i know you better than that. I know you trace my words with your hands and smell the paper that i wrote on. My scent is all you smell. Sugar plums can take you to the soft skin of my neck, the soft fabrics of my clothes, and the curl of my hair.
I play dead to all the boys that want to take me to bed. They run their lines and i dip my knife into my hot chocolate and watch. Swirl the sweetness and lick the edge. I feel bad, i don't know how to say the word no, i just walk away.
I'm giving into the charms of the vacuous life