Writing. Part 3. Full poem below.
Don’t bite your lip. Bite your tongue.
When I hear you speak I come undone.
Every time I write you cut me more.
But you’re the only thing worth writing for.
Stop this fall out. Your heart is old.
But she’s the thing that makes it bold.
Pay her no mind and give her no time.
When she echoes in your head write her no rhyme.