raw lips
from blistering passionate kiss.
why do i always have bruised skin
from dealing with the feminine?
kisses to punches,
i know i should always follow my hunches,
but sins with this broken skin
tattered together to show you like film.
that i am more than flesh and bone
that pain is unknown to this mound of stone.
you try to replace me but all you can do is clone.
you know that you shouldn't
but you'd still pick up the phone,
me,
im stronger when im on my own
so it was written
and so it was sown.