i don't smoke and yet it feels like it
when your name leaves my lips painted grey in the cold air
you rip my lungs off until i hang on your body and gasp for every breath
i choke on my whispers and nothing comes out and you don't know

i'm not pretty
i don't get your pulchritudinous eyes on my waist
you don't suck on my neck although i'd gladly let you take and take and take

leave marks on my back
bite my lips until blood drips from them
destroy me, destroy me before i do it myself