crooked

Low in my throat, I whisper tell me why I fuck up everything I touch I drift into their clean little lives like dirty heat making them want things they swear they shouldn’t feel I don’t belong anywhere just a soft sin humming in the wrong air Every touch I give comes crooked every word I drop falls bare I’m the shadow they won’t claim the dirty secret they won’t name I bite back the quiet but it still spills out like smoke and sex a warning label no one reads until I’m already under their skin They crave me, then blame me like I forced them to let me in I’m crooked shadows curl where my steps should fall my thoughts twist sharp against the world every move I make leaves a scar I don’t fit, I don’t land I just twist where I stand A beautiful flaw they try to hide but still reach for with shaking hands Put your ear to my throat listen to the toxic little hope that won’t fucking die still whispering maybe there’s a place for me even if I only fit crooked