I pressed my lips onto yours so hard I could feel your teeth beneath the flesh. My face was cupped in your hands and we were so delicate. You were a daisy, a daffodil, a sunflower sprouting in my mouth and goddamnit I didn’t realize I swallowed the poison called heartache until seven months later. I’m still scared of losing you although you’re already lost and I’m scared of my hair never catching on fire again, but fuck it’s different when the fire is in your lungs. I can’t breathe and I’m suffocating in your scent, and although you’re the only one I see in my dreams, you’re also who I see in my nightmares. Now you cup every girl’s face in your hands and kiss her so hard that she swallows the blood from your chapped lips and you swallow her pride. And as she walks away from you with snakes swimming in her stomach, you smirk at her sister as you feel her freedom sink into your fingertips. You left me with cigarette burns and bourbon lingering on my tongue, and late at night when the moon is as bright as my eyes used to be, I feel the snakes awaken and I scream into my thighs because you poisoned me with this wicked curse of not knowing if my father means it when he says he loves me.