there's a cough drop stuck
in the back of my throat;
i can't swallow the guilt
of blood stains on my ex's shirt.
she's off to heaven, i'm in hell,
our little world is burning,
and she's escaping, silver
teeth and knives glinting.
i'm choking on loyalty
and trust and hearts.
one thing they all have in common,
they all exist to be broken.
i'm stuck, dissolving in her veins,
she stabbed me in the back and i guess bleeding pain
is a deadly sin.