Lips

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

If they stay he stays too

So I'll rip them off to get rid of you

A fanart i did of Vincent from Dead Plate

Speechless

CA

18 years old

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