He Compared My Smile To a Sun
Kiss me until the stitches on my heart dissolve,
and I forget what it feels like to breathe without lungs.
Touch my skin until your fingertips warm my muscles,
and help my blood run smoothly
Your apartment is cold, but your eyes are colder;
emptier too.
Your hands held nothing but bad intentions, not even my own
and as you tossed and turned in-between worn sheets,
so did my mind.
get me out of this bed
give me back my clothes
get out of my head
I know your moves before you make them
your hands, up my thighs
whisper sweet nothings into my ear
bittersweet lies to help pass the time
before the sun splashes into your room in-between the blinds,
reminding me once again
you cannot make a home out of a human.
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