If your kisses were medicine,
I would be immortal
I used to pretend that
your love bites were stars
and that I would shine
with your help.
When faced with the simple question
to love or not to love
I found the answer
carved onto my heart.
The nascent cries of
"you're being used, you're being used"
bellowed through my veins
as if I ran on love.
If I was ever a little girl
that would use hearts instead of dots,
forgive me but
those days are gone.
