Mouth

I’ve grown a mouth that’s so, sharp. Cruel. When anyone gets near, I bite with my quick words. Leaving nothing but a scar. It’s all I can give you. And when you come, And steal a kiss, My teeth, will only cut your lips. And I wanted to so bad, But it seems, I only break pretty things. I know you meant well, but I’m not a vessel for your good intent. I will only wring you dry. Leaving you with nothing. but your bones, Brittle and cold. I’m sorry, I’m not what you’ve asked for. But you need abandon. All your stupid dreams, Of what you wanted me to be. You gotta know, that this won’t last. But if you’re blind to that, I am fine with that.