It's about time I stopped
biting my lip over you, but the blood
tastes like wine in my mouth
and I wanna get drunk.
So the sun took its course today
and it kicked my teeth in.
As usual.
The thing is, the moment
your name comes into
my line of vision, my
tongue finds the torn skin inside
my mouth, and more
blood vessels break.
I suppose I could cut
it out, but instead I will just
wait for something dark
to press my eyelids
closed.
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