vent poetry / wrighting ig

use your fingertips to trace lines of gasoline down my body use your words to ignite to fire like it's your favorite hobby 

trace the scars that you left and dig into my skin like a branding iron 

push deeper and deeper till you draw blood and my skin is pooling with blood and a smokey sweet scent of burning skin 

burn past the tears and pleas until they turn into me begging you for more.

set my soul on fire and break my soul till I'm freezing and my lips are pale blue and I'm begging for you do drown me in gasoline and set me on fire  

wrap your hands around my neck like the noose you are and burn rope marks onto my neck let the smoke seep deep into my lungs and suffocate like the cigarettes I've been addicted to since I've lost you since you left I can't feel your burning warmth I can't feel the sharp sting of fresh fire on my wrist and thighs where your flames use to lap at until you drew blood so since you left I've been replacing you with the same blood drawing habits and I've found a new hunger much worse than craving your warmth and I let cigarette  smoke fill my lungs and I dance a dangerous line with burning out 

i know im not a good wrighter but i did my best any advise