no harm upon your skin

this faint illusion
that i meant something
spills out leaving stains
marks on my sheets
a sticky mess on my sleeve
remembering words spoken
exchanges of something more
that you're too scared to admit
and im too afraid to let go of

and the ache inside the cavity
in the center of my chest
grows and stings worse
like salt in open flesh

i let you abuse me
kindly and sweetly
tearing my skin open
with words of promise
but you break them
and you stab me
the remains of words so cheap
are sharp and cold

and the ache inside the cavity
in the center of my chest
grows and stings worse
like salt in open flesh

holding on so tight
my palms are tearing open
you stare at cascading blood
and turn to walk away
you didnt do it
it's not your fault
you were broken from the start
excuse enough to hide behind

but in reality
you love availability
and feed me til i choke
on endless excuses
but in reality
you love what you do to me
you love to watch me choke
on all of your remains

and the ache inside the cavity
in the center of my chest
grows and stings worse
like salt in open flesh
you pour it til im writhing
and then you turn to walk away
no harm upon your skin
it's better off this way