and thinking what a chance i'm taking
since i haven't even heard your voice yet
i can feel parts of you creeping into me
like your silences
and how you never meet my eyes
so now here we are up against a sweaty wall and even now i'm imagining his hands on my waist and the bracelet i bought with a for anybody on it is falling to the floor and you haven't noticed because all you can smell is her hair
and you're so shocked when you feel my hip piercings you just rip them off and i don't even notice the smell of blood until three days later when i shrug it off trying not to shove you off but it's okay because now i can't feel his hands anymore
you don't notice when i glaze over and whisper so lightly that your name (actually, what is your name?) sounds like his and only the second half of my "don't stop" crycalling into your still unfamilliar hollows reaches the air
but all you can hear is the sweet nothings
she once whispered
instead of the nothings i'm trying not to scream
(i want you to admit to me i'm only a replacement, so i can laugh and tell you that you have the same wrist diameter as he did and we will both realise how much this is going to hurt us, no matter what outcome, but you won't care and i won't notice and we'll fall apart and fall together like two jumbled jigsaws)
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