you are the words uttered out of my mouth
the ones that always come with some type of feeling
the ones that are always said to someone other than you
not with my voice
not to your face
you are that sentiment that carves at my skin
like a brand new razor blade tasting its first drop of blood
you are cold hands on my bare back
that i can only pray i will learn to keep warm
but never mind as long as it's my skin your nails are digging in
you are that urge i get of jumping off a building
because that feeling is so excruciatingly divine
you need a big enough impact to know it's real
a pinch does absolutely nothing
Sia- Moon
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