Oh god
I'm s l i p p i n g
And
tri
pp
i
ng
on the blood pooling
me to your body
which tasted so sweet (under false intentions).

I tasted sweet
under you
You said.
And I laughed high on(at) the moment
and I cried as I came crashing down.
Your arms holding me in place
while throwing me as hard as they could

But they were sore with track marks
and while I didn't land on my feet
I landed softly
And waited for you to hold me once again.