Today I had the urge to pick at my lips
Until there was hardly any skin, my other and I could not kiss
I just couldn't shake the thought of their shape and how they worked
And there became a point where I could not fight the irk
I sat there as my lips bled, crying out of pain
My Love looked at me in horror and told me not to do it again
And he told me he loved me with a shaky tone of voice
And I worried that I made him feel as though I were a bad choice
But as much as he pleaded, I couldn't stop the picking
I wanted to stop, but my brain just wasn't clicking.
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