I speak in a language of You
language of love
does, did, do
I love you
Do I love you?
When every second thought
is your name on my tongue
where your moans used to be
used to belong
But you broke my heart
I speak in a language of once having loved you
The fresh cuts bubble to bigger wounds
and bigger words in my mouth
because your name is like salt
and every time I drop it now
my mouth coats with bloody slime
When I was a kid people used to say that I was addicted to salt
I put it all over every single thing on my plate
before I even took a bite
and didn’t even know enough to care about the fate of my tastebuds
I had to have it, I had to have you
always coating my actions, my does, did’s, and do’s
Do I love you anymore?
Somebody once told me
that kids will eat copious amounts of one thing
if they’re not getting it elsewhere in their diet
because they still need it to develop
Do I still need you?
I guess there came a time when I got sick of salt
Maybe I didn’t need it anymore
My parents and my siblings probably finally won out,
making me try my food with no seasonings
and add as I felt
Maybe you finally won out
Drew away and weaned me off of your affection,
leaving me to doubt
I guess I’m not feeling it that much anymore
Too much salt makes me cringe now, and gag a little
But salt didn’t leave me, not like you
And the shitty thing is that you haven’t even left me yet
You’re not out of my system
There’s still salt on my tongue, true, true, true
True love is what I spoke to you
because I wanted you to always hear the truth
But you didn’t love me enough to stay
you didn’t love me enough to always say what you really meant
I keep speaking in a language of you
Any topic of conversation becomes you
just like every garment of clothing used to
It’s beginning to break down
this language of love
of does, did, and do
I love you
But then again, Do I love you?
When every second thought
is your name on my tongue
where your moans used to be
used to belong
But you broke my heart
Helped me feed my depression only to depart
And I guess maybe I miss when I was younger
salt in my life
Lick my lips and let you linger
But honestly, I couldn’t even kiss you now
The only way I want to fuck you
is in the eyes with my middle fingers
No one makes me angry, but you’ve managed to
coat my mouth with all these salty memories
Make me cry
Make me tremulous
I can’t stop speaking in a language of You;
Salt on my tongue, true, true, true