TASTE YOU.

i don't know how else to tell you i no longer care for you or the cheap words you speak

because i've recently noticed that it doesn't matter how hard i push my fists into your heart, you don't feel a fucking thing.

maybe i've just grown old to ashes and wine or don't care to romanticise our flaws anymore,

or maybe you've always been this filthy -

and that's the thing, regardless of how long you've been this way i still will not love you in the morning

we used to have flowers and sunlight on the tips of our tongues but now you taste like bullets and blood

yuck

yuck

yuck

i do not want to taste you anymore.