My eyes are closed.
And he is repeating the word miss.
Miss
Miss beauty
Miss wonderful
Miss you.
I miss you.
And I'm back in the bear trap of his arms
I'm back trying to figure out his charm
And I swear
This boy is gonna ruin me
With his unholy hands
And his lips like sin
He knows exactly what he's doing to me.
He knows exactly the type of waves he's making
Even if sometimes it feels like he's faking
And I'm lost in the crescendo of his kiss
Waiting for something to take for granted
I'm taking him for granted.
I'm taking all of his sharp edges
His teeth like knives
His collarbones
Run sharper than a blade
Guillotine boy
With big hands
And a head full of nonsense
With his fingers on my hips
And his lips on my neck
And I'm having trouble concentrating
On just how bad this could get
Because most days
He tastes like vodka and bad decisions
When he doesn't,
He feels like vodka and bad decisions
So I am drunk on his kiss
Trying to find any space for him to fill with his lips
And this is my secret
We Romeo and Juliet our way through high school
But he knows deadly poison
Far better than Romeo
And I know holy daggers
Far better than Juliet
When you spend all your time
Balancing on a tightrope-blade
And drinking in the drug of your lovers' neck
You get really good at staying alive
When the entire world
Is trying to cut off your head
