your lips
feeding me promises by the spoonful
breathing out pretty little lies
your eyes
hide the skeletons in your closet
keeping them restrained until you blink
your hands
getting greedier by the touch
begging for more every time
your words
meaning less and less each syllable spoken
used as a prop to your pathetic performance
your body
sending me an s.o.s
warning me of the danger ahead
feeding me promises by the spoonful
breathing out pretty little lies
your eyes
hide the skeletons in your closet
keeping them restrained until you blink
your hands
getting greedier by the touch
begging for more every time
your words
meaning less and less each syllable spoken
used as a prop to your pathetic performance
your body
sending me an s.o.s
warning me of the danger ahead
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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