Dragging Diamonds Down My SkinI wanted someone to callme at midnight, outof breath (out ofluck). Telling me theyneed to talk.But not you."This probably comesthree hours too latebut please,listen anyways."You placed your tongueon my throbbing heart,eager to nurse offthe life of another.You said: "Shred skin to find the bone",I had shed my skin, lulled mybones into a weeping silenceand I still tasted disappointmentin your kiss.I've heard your eyelids creakwhen you open and shut them.I know what hides behind the glassand I do not planon coming back.
She thinks the words 'I love you' are ugly.Darling,Do you remember how we met?That was the night I learnedthat "flattery will get you nowhere"really means "seduce me hardenough and I'll do anything for you."I have learned that I hatethe sensation of love:Someone punchingyour jaw, bones dockinginto your throat and every breathfeels like poison sludgeclawing its way into your lungs.Youchoke, drown, die, witherbut you're not dead.