loose lips sink ships

i wanna feel the dirt and grime under your skin, want you to kiss me like you hate me, like i know you do. i want it tongues and teeth and papercuts. i never wanted it gentle but your knuckles are bruised like a watercolor work of art and the way they punch my teeth out is the prettiest thing ive seen. you make me bleed in the best ways. like peering through keyholes, like a voyeur looking through a mirror. just naive enough to think this time will be different. leave letters on your porch with no return address. star-six-seven before falling asleep without putting the phone back in the receiver.

your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system…