flammable

People will play with lighters

and blame you

for having so much gasoline.

They will drop cigarettes

in careless places
by your gasolined feet
and expect nothing to happen.

‘Control yourself,’ they’ll say,
‘I am not responsible for you igniting.’

Don't use my skin as an ashtray
and then blame me
for being so fucking flammable.

burn

you tasted like a bad idea,
but i was already filled
with the bitterness other people
had left in my mouth,
so i kind of liked the way it burned.

your signature

you begged to make me yours

so you gave my skin your signature

and claimed its rights.

you signed every inch

of my body with your tongue

from my soft lips

down to the scars on my knees

from loving you too much.

but darling,

you should always

read what you sign,

before you contract it,
there is always fine print.