Exit the bar into your own personal hell.
You slam me into bricks and your
Lips on my neck the way you
Pull at me.
I smoke all day I let your
Hands drift over me I let you
Leave the lights on
All the time.
You leave handprints, you go
Over me thoroughly.
I step out back I spark the match.
Your voice rattles the China.
I am a wall covered in
Graffiti and big cracks, cartoon
Dicks and brilliant colors.
You are not
But you still throw yourself against me.
Mark me up, leave yourself
You said loving me doesn’t stop hurting.
You don’t stop wanting to bury me underground.
I say you probably should, I can see
How that would make things easier.