• you think you're special?

    i have galaxies in my lungs,
    i breathe and exhale constellations;
    i have piano keys in my teeth;
    and the world at my fingertips

    you think you know me
    because you touched me?
    you barely left fingerprints
    on my skin

    i am mine
    before i am ever yours

    because my mind is a trigger
    my mouth is a bullet
    and i am always ready to shoot.

    - c.c | 'never yours'