If my teeth were made of glass
I’d shred the words I say to hurt you
Turning “I don’t love you”s into
“Told you no lie”s
And bite my tongue to taste the blood
I’ll let the ridges cut you when I lick your wounds
Ink and bold print dripping from your ears
But my bitter sorry’s would come out ugly
And salt makes me vomit
The fire in my mind doesn’t burn your skin
And the smoke won’t make you tear
You’re black with soot while I dig your grave for a diamond
And you don’t know it as I bite your shoulder
There’s a taste of my own medicine gone rancid
This is when I learned not to swallow
I’d rather hurt you than heal myself
