Root canals without 

Laughing gas

But I’ve got a sweet tooth for you

Ripping the enamel from my bones

Taking my heartbreak in your hands

And soothing it to hum 

These late-night tumbles lead to early afternoon coffe dates

You’ve made a picnic of my sorrow 

Dinning into me ravenous 

Sinking your teeth

In the most vulnerable parts of my sensitivities 

So who is wolf, and who is lamb now? 

You know nothing, 

Yet I’m giving you everything.

Is this overflow of openness 

A symptom of disaster? 

Or I’m I 

Falling for

The lamb that ate the wolf.


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