i used to...
to believe chapped lips kiss roughly.
you bleed the most when you trust the tongue.
you will forget how to breath once it reaches the mind.
they say the longer it hurts, the sweeter it gets.
the softer the wounds, the deeper the hate.
but teach me
how to disown the lips that claim my teeth.
how to untie my smile knotting with a lied promise.
how to not crave the taste of being foolish.
after all...
i still believe chapped lips kiss roughly.
sprinkles cannot save a truth if it is salty.
