Bad Habit

Think my bones are breaking

Under black eyes and bookcases up to the sky

The promises I made myself -

That I wouldn't land it cause it's a bad habit -

They don't help

The nights are crazy

And when I try to sleep

All I see is grinding teeth and soft skin

You're biting into my mess

And I bask in the pain that comes to pass

The heart wants us to fall in love

Everyone I know wants to fall in love

But love once got me in the gut

There was no real fight, it tore me up