i only have nonsense.

the tip of my tongue has never tasted a tragedy quite like you.

by now, i should know better than to do these things. but i don't.
so i will. the only sense of right and wrong i have anymore is
trapped between the edge of my teeth and the curve of your lips
and i'm losing it. fast.

not all of us spark when we kiss, but you've started the fire that's
raging down my spinal column and through my heart. i'm burning and
it hurts everywhere. i still can't bring myself to mind because at
least this way, i still get to feel something.

last night i promised myself that i would never say another word i didn't mean.

so hopefully, the next time i say i'm not in love i'll mean it. because
i can't take another minute of watching you fade in and out of my life
when i'm just ashes on your fingertips.

i remember when i wanted you to completely destroy me and then put me
back together, but you only ever got halfway there. my heart still skips
beats even after it's been burned and i still fall asleep alone breathing
with these spent and empty lungs, but now my mouth knows secrets that my
mind can't keep. i'm more of an emergency than any sort of tragedy.

i'm still waiting on someone to save me.