they say we look good together

but they don’t feel what i feel

even though she doesn’t lay a finger on me

she leaves cigarette burns on my spectre

bullet bees swarm out of her mouth

and i’m her million dollar target

the emotional cuts seem invisible

but burn like paper cuts in vinegar

they stick to the walls of your throat

changing your words to suit theirs

no limits for them to poison your personality

till you feel like you’re nose deep in tar

everything she says will scar you

and she will act like the victim with her mist of tears

and fill your sex with fears

why continue feeding her life force

when she can extinguish yours?