do my lips wrong you
with their kiss,
oh, cold lover.
you'll miss them
when they're gone
tongue swept over
icy teeth is an image
you'll remember long after me.

if my ribs harm you,
then cast me from your arms,
or cast me from your bed
if my fingers lie,
but if i cant recant and beg forgiveness
please dont ask me why.

and if my spine does decieve you
as it lays beneath you, crooked as my smile
cast me from your home
for i have nothing to give you
but frosty teeth, bruising skin
and broken bones.

11/17/2011

Posted on 11/18/2011
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