These lips of mine,
have been many places I'd like to forget.
In middle school,
they spoke lies to everyone around me.
They tasted drugs and alcohol,
and stayed quiet about it.
They were doors for vomit,
when I wouldnt keep my food.
They held in my secret,
about the cutting.
They mumbled on and on,
nonsense everyday.
They spoke with insight,
and got me out of rehab.
In high school,
they are speaking lies to everyone.
They are keeping my truth,
hidden away.
They are holding cigarettes,
and tasting alcohol.
They are touching guys lips,
and bodies.
They are causing trouble.
that is unforgivable.
They are tasting too much food,
and too much vomit.
These lips of mine,
will hopefully someday,
...Save me from myself.
