His words of ruin.

As always, let me know what you think.

His words slide of my skin like water;
they trail down the slopes of my shoulders
& find comfort in the curve of my spine.

The calming love the find in my shape,
though,
leaves nothing but burns and rivers of blood
inside the soft skin of my inner arm.

His words, though sweet upon his lips,
are false promises
& burn like acid rain
inside my mind.

They are lies,

they are sweet,

they are love,

they are destruction.

They are the words of ruin,
& are only his to say.