the radio is static and your hands are cold. i try not to
shiver and you think i'm seducing you
but love lines are out of style, right? i'm just
your little emo girl, i'm just the one
with sharpie poetry on her jeans: i bit your lip
and i whispered

burn for me, won't you?

...you told me to trust you but
your scissors aren't the safety kind.)