i didn’t know if it was the smoke in my lungs
but i wanted you to wear me like a second skin

i could feel my inhibitions shredding at your feet
and my rationality digesting itself

i could taste your metallic intentions in my mouth  
and feel it pressing against the back of my throat
like a gun i hadn’t concealed well enough

i couldn’t tell if you needed me to be a recollection
something you would retain amongst your thoughts
and replay with your own alterations

darling, i refuse to be temporary
and when we ultimately expire 
i will be an engraving on your chest
you won’t be able to burn off.