breathe.
I break underneath the pressure
Of your body on mine
Though i'm not as little as i was then
I still cannot shove you off
My tongue is still stuck to the top of my dry mouth
chest hurting because my heart is shattering into a million little pieces
that's how you trapped me in the beginning
I thought you were helping me pick up the pieces
Turns out i wasn't broken until you
Now I'm used.
Cast to the side.
Damaged goods.
I though no one wanted me before you,
But now
I'll always be yours,
Your name engraved into my skin.
My blood beneath your nails.
Every part of me yours,
I am no longer myself,
Just a carcass.
That walks the earth,
Hollow
Because of your touch.
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