i'm staring at the mark you left
upon my breast
that turned into a greenish purple bruise
i wish i wasn't so sick with an infection
so i could devour you again
so deep that i forget the ache
i almost threw up in the shower
and i know if he were here
he'd be proud that i ate
he would bring me a glass of water
and hold my hair back
he'd caress my head the way he used to
you weren't there
if i kissed you again i know i'd forget
and hold you like it never hurt
because your eyes hold too much innocence and naivity
and your hands are frail and pretty
when you trace my face and say my name
i believe you care
and when you moan my name in my ear
i'll bite down on your neck when you come
but once i fall from it
i'll pretend i'm not breaking
and you won't be there to hold me
and he won't be there to hold me
and my tears dry from the air
