Fix Me Again
I’ve got bruises that spell your intent in black and blue.
My voice is gone from screaming, my hands shake, my body’s used.
You taste like midnight chemicals, sweat and confession.
I chase your venom, your teeth, your desperate obsession.
We fuck like we’re starving, like the world’s burning down.
You ride me to pieces, I drag you back to the ground.
It isn’t love, it’s a craving, a hunger, a sin.
We keep tearing each other apart just to start it again.
You scratch your initials in the sweat on my chest.
I drown in your darkness, I ache for your mess.
You leave me trembling, emptied, a body not whole,
but every time you vanish, I crawl back for more.
We’ve burned down the night, we’ve fucked through the dawn.
I keep coming back, I’m too far gone.
You know how to shatter me, pull me apart,
but I’ll beg for the splinters, I’ll worship the scars.
Fix me again—break my resolve.
Tie me to madness I can’t dissolve.
I want your dirt, your spit, your pulse on my tongue.
I want to wake up wrecked and raw, undone.
You’re the needle, the whiskey, the bruise on my skin.
The more that you ruin, the more I give in.
Don’t save me, don’t cure me—just fuck me insane.
I want your poison.
I want your stain.