fromwhichyouraccentcomes:

I am starting to realize that I am all my own, and no matter how hard you tug, parts of me will always be mine

You’ve bitten down on every inch of me and I’ve lost layers of my salty skin because
you’re hungry for something more than just another metaphor
saying
You’re the sea and
I’m the rivers that take you away.

My thighs move under against the sheets and I realize they’ll never belong in your hands, running down the rips in my tights, digging deeper and biting down harder until theres none left
of either of us

My eyes might be locked on yours but you’re still locked out
of my chest and the key is buried so deep
even I couldn’t find it
If I wanted to let you back in.

As if we would taste any different under lock and key.

Ive got a safe of all your secrets and the numbers line up
just the same as
your favorite days you think I know nothing about.

I’ve been burning for months and you’re finally getting a taste.

It burns against your tongue and it brands another name on the outlines of your lips
so you leave little trails of me
on all the love you give.

It reminds everyone that I was here,
and I ran my fingers along the edge of your deepest secrets.

I dove so far down I cracked myself against the edge of your spine and I’ve been stitching myself up ever since,
and I leave my blood every inch of the way.
so even in the dark, you can see the scars