we're the type of friends you wish you were

Sometimes my lips draw blood

Because they’ve cracked open somewhere

And I wish that it was because you bite sometimes

When you kiss me like we were two halves of a colliding wave 

Before I shake my head and put the damn chapstick on

(It probably does a better job healing me anyway)

Loving you is like spitting a poem on a computer;

I can do it better

With my eyes closed

And all my faith lying in

My fingers

Instead of being made to trip on words

By the jade screen you blinded me with.