A Jealousy Issue

once again

you're flashing me those blues

and i'm remembering why i'm wasting days

if i had the nerve

i'd drain all your beautiful

all you're good for is burning bloodstreams

each movement makes music

a chemical touch that would send shocks

but you're destined for display only

the most i could hope for is to smear the glass

these heavy fingertips

leaving trails of scattered skin and cracked porcelain

tell me what i haven't got

because i'd kill to get it

tell me what i haven't got

don't tell me, he's got it

who's on the receiving end of those perfect lips