I speak in blood

When I miss you, I bite my tongue until it bleeds, until you flow out of me, until the taste of my body imperfections fills my mouth and I am not able to accept your flaws too, there is not enough space, there isn’t enough time, I am not enough mine as I used to be. Flow out of me. Drip and fade. And I will clean my mouth and wash it three times multiplied by three fucking years, each for each 3Russiankisses given in time. I shall not speak in tongues to you no more, I shall speak in blood whenever I miss you.