The Diary of a Fallen Girl

nicknames

You say a persons name because it's the most vulnerable thing about them,

So how come I don't know what mine sounds like on your tongue,

Yet I know how your tongue feels on mine?

Behind your pink lips comes the taste of the devil,

burning and fiery,

But your kisses are like honey,

frozen and lovely.

You've shortened my name to half the length; either from pride or from sheer guilt.

Maybe it's because you're so damn afraid of vulnerability,

But maybe — just maybe,

it's you.