Closed fist is still your hand on my face

I want you too close,

I want my guard down so you can ruin me

and I can run the streets displaying whats left of my chest hanging, saying

look who loved me, look who loved me once.

I want to make a big mistake getting

this close to your hungry face

I want you to

rot my teeth, burn my stomach

like the alcohol I drink

I want to stop drinking it when it makes me forget.

to remember is pain, but

it means you touched me and

any way you touch me

is good.