Accepting what I cannot

Cringe

Gravel be gifted to my new grown teeth

Paint pastels on the stones on which I grieve

I don't need dark skies to set fires that can be seen

Don't need light to see I am unclean

If you wanna run off blood you should let it lust

Take the iron and scrape the rust from your tongue

He tells me he's bitter while he rolls up his sleeves

Little does he know dark chocolate to me has always been sweet

The spit that comes from his mouth is known to be sour

never will be sugar coated lies in which I am devoured

But the word I am seeking has always been "truth"

Fuck the past lovers fables and tell me what I've got to lose

You're only allowed to love me when I am sure..

When I am sure that you are a man of your word

Do not gift me a start that is ill-conceived

It is not the time to plant the seed

So it can grow up too fast and carve its madness

Into the bark of its scarlet branches

Feeling crazy outside the psych ward

I want us to be anything but bored

I promise I mean it when I say "You're not just an urge"