you've become too used to me
swallowing my words,
my words have filled me up,
emptied the empty out of me,
there is nothing here left
for you to fill,
no hollow space for you
to reside in,
i am not a hotel room,
not a vacation you only remember when you think
to look back,
i am not something to taste
when you get bored,
you've become too used
to my uncertainty, because
it turns you on,
it turns you on having decisions
in your hands,
in your unreliable,
careless hands
you've become too used to
me shrinking inside myself,
but i hold a sword
inbetween my teeth,
sharp blades on my tongue,
and i am NOT afraid
to use them.
- my loudest scream
- crimsyy
