You were a car crash
I welcomed the impact
Of your lips on my neck.
Because you were a burning house.
I would have inhaled every bit of you.
You were the neck of the bottle
I spent months kissing.
I layed at the bottom.
Submerged in your storm.
The way your lips collided with my neck made me forget that I shouldn’t fall in love with broken glass.
You brought blood with your teeth and with your words.
I fell in love with a car crash.
I was the casualty.