of all the people you’ve kissed,
she was your favourite.
she didn’t flinch when you curled your hand around her neck and tightened.
"i break the law because i’ve never broken a heart,
and i want to know what it feels like to be the brick, not the window pane.”
when she’s drunk she’ll dress up for you,
all straps & lace & stockings.
when she’s high she’ll dress down for you,
all skin & skin & skin.
Tell me again I’m not strong, for standing here after everything you’ve said and done.
Tell me again I’m weak, for still loving the disgusted souls we have become.