Bitewing - Thin Skin

I never shouted for you

Out of fear of exposure

My teeth embedded askew

It’s why I never held you closer

Hold your name like a cigarette

Painting my teeth yellow and my fingers red

Had our own tiny spaces to fill

You had yours replaced I wear mine

On the the front of my face

Most days I daydream

My pearly whites were as straight as the love bites

Gracing your inner thigh

You could tell from my bitewing

Crooked teeth

I understand why they ask

What you ever saw in me

You left a visible finger print rush of blood to her neck

The deepest purple

Where your teeth indented their home

Left your name our her cheek

She let you in but you left that bite on me