せかい。

四

4:31PM ; STRESS

一

I'D POUR MY SOUL
down your throat if you let me

i'd write your name on my skin
with an ignited cigarette and i'd swallow the poison you breathe into my mouth

but in my head we're in love

in my head i daydream
about how you smile
when i kiss you and how our hands intertwine immaculately

but instead of love,
all i receive is silence

when you decide
to crawl back to me
my eyes will be glossed over
with the idea of us being in love

you'll always show up
on my doorstep when
i'm trying to sleep

but i'll still open the door for you

and you'll
still
bruise my hips
and my collar bones