I see the scent now from your lips,
Is it too much to keep in?
I hope contagious thoughts and broken ribs
Haunt you like the trace of me,
Hinting at the ecstasy,
Dulled now to a point
Where we refuse to hear
The problems that we think appear
A cut sent from your lip.
Mixed with the smell of
We buried our problems
But they were not destroyed
I put them in a child's box
Where he hides broken things.
I hope the ring around your finger
Creates an allergic reaction with your skin
What we thought was love was just
And to the next boy you kiss
I hope he'll be a gentler man than this.
So where's your photographs?
In the end they didn't stand
Much chance against a damaged hand,
Bruised now like the walls
Of this apartment before I rip them apart.
I ripped your petals
Just like I said I wouldn't
Down to the ground
Damp with memories
Soaked and covered,
Standing before the crowd
A guilty face and you're locked in
An insult dripping with the will to