your mouth is an explosion

My blood boils
I want to punch the man
who stole your voice
and treated you
like a fuck doll

They tell us
sit still
look pretty
be open mouthed whores
with scarred knees
to remember our place

And if God is real
then we've got a fucking problem
because he gave us hot bodies
and air for brains
and threw us out
to the intellectual fuck boys
knowing they'd rape
our hearts and minds
and then tell us
it's all our fault
for being so fucking beautiful

You kiss me
like an explosion
and make me want to believe
there's something more
than empty love
for people like us

You kiss me
and make me forget
the voices in my head
that tell me I'm good for nothing
that tell me I'll amount to nothing

You kiss me
and maybe I'm dreaming
but this feels like love

I want it to be love

You kiss me
and I'm something more
than just beautiful


-Eve-