She said don’t call me baby so he tried her name instead and the sound the words made on his tongue felt like a slap but I guess it didn’t bother him because he kept repeating it over and over again to match the rhythm of her heart beating against his chest and now every time she hears her name she thinks of how much better it sounded when he put it in her mouth with his tongue and now her mouth is hungover and she’s always dizzy and hungry and the room hasn’t stopped spinning since the summer when she felt hands that fit perfectly on her hips and made every other pair on her make her feel like she needed to be set on fire. He burned her from the outside in, fucked her up so badly that the irritation she felt for love festered into a full blown anaphylactic heart attack. With him not even there to hold her hand.
—  You weren’t a heart attack though