All of My Prisons

«Don't feed this to anyone
But yourself
Because
Think
That anything other than this
Is impossible�"
As crawling sores
Compete for
Your skin
You are smaller than your voice is
And you are smaller than your
Age
All of my kisses live deep in prisons
That calm diseases in your
Head
You’ve given me soft beliefs in thoughts that
Haven’t had
I melt slowly like glass through walls for you
And I don’t believe it’s wrong
To feed my face to someone
Young