Cheeks

The flesh in my mouth
is being torn away
piece by piece
inch by inch

I eat myself alive

holes in my face
iron taste
sticking to my teeth
but I can't stop and its

a n x i e t y

eating

me

alive

what

is

to

come

Black Eyes

Black my eyes
Bruise my heart
Redefine love in a way that seems
complicated

But my question is
What
if
It wasn't you
What if it was someone else and I threw
Vodka
in their face and what if their hand landed
and splattered my blood

How much would it anger you that I lay in the same bed as them, the same night.

Would you believe me if I said he didn't mean it?