The Boy I Miss

The Boy I Miss

When I think of you.

I can taste your blood.

Boiling away on my taste buds.

When I think of him.

I can taste his heart.

Spurting against the inside of my jaws.

Sometimes, when i sleep.

I see you.

And,

The way you look at me.

Sick and sad.

Makes me want to cry.

And clutch my chest.

And bury my head in my knees.

And scream.

Inside my thighs.

I think I love you.

I guess thats why I use you.

I guess that is why I_

Cant hold onto you.

Slip away, before 

Something goes terribly wrong.