the divinity on your lips is a lie

I want you today
want to feel your accent
in my ear
the laughter
on the edge of your lips

I want to taste your regret
and I want you to taste mine
bittersweet poison
that I can't let go of
cause I already broke
that promise
that said I was done
with you
that said I was done
with this
that said I was
done

In these dark moments
I want you
to bruise me
with empty promises
and empty love
and empty fucking everything
because the idea of you
tastes so fucking good
and in these dark moments
I'm weak
and stupid
and I just want your empty
to tell me lies
of love
because no words
or touch are ever enough

And I've never believed
a single word that spilt
like blood red wine
from the divinity of you lips
though I want to
I want to believe
that the ruin of you
could save the hollow in me

But I'm not sorry I know better
though I am (maybe) sorry
I don't hate myself enough to love you

Because I wanted to
long before I bruised you
with my words
and left you begging me
for something I could never give

I hate how you make me weak
and I hate that I love you wrong
and I hate that I crave the sound
of your voice like a drug
that I can't get a fix of today