i already know my tongue taste like acid
the pink palette is burned by truths
that were supposed to stay inside
permeate in the soft belly
and as we lay side by side in his twin size bed
i think about two fingers inside of me
pushing hard then spitting up
before our first kiss
may be our last he knows ill let him touch me anywhere he wants
but something about the acid has ruined our trust
and i’m lusting for a clean mouth
and he’s hiding his disgust
