baby_donut

your face is an open book these days
I read between the lines and skim
If I knew the right words to change your mind
I'd write them across your face
one-thousand times
but you are too far away from my hands
In your living room
I whisper your name
If you put your hands into the folds of my flesh
you'd know all my secrets
the messy bedroom
and all the spiderwebs up my sleeves
all the scabs could be pulled back
to reveal blood
I'd drive all night to arrive at your house
press you down on the couch
suck the pulp from between your lips.