Speechless

My lips are broken, cut, and torn

Too early to be used or worn

I peel them off so that he leaves

To taste blood instead of memories

These tired lips are always haunted 

By the ghost of his, warm and unwanted

Screw you and all that you are

Screw you and all of your scars

The parts that you left aren't mine to own

The parts that you filled don't make my whole

Your little touch was two months of time

Eight legs and eight eyes

And kills all the hateful flies

It does its work and spins its web

And if we see we make it dead

Eight whole legs and eight whole eyes

And why are there so many flies?

Personify, personify

Feel bad and wonder why

I never lived, it never died

But grieve like it felt alive

Im afraid the more i heal

The more the lose my spark

Anytime i get better 

It worsens my art

What is art

If not pain?