fingertips
against my lips
hands on hips
on my back
marks from your steady hands
feel like whips
you hit me because you think i deserve it
blood on carpets and first aid kits
you touching my skin feels like touching a pan without oven mits
cold arms and legs
cold nose
cold wrists
frost bite kiss
listening to music at 4:01
thinkng of your texts
jealousy
fits of rage
do you ever just let go
no reason
to
live
shallow breaths
whats happening
am i dreaming

Parallel lines cut deep into my arms legs and mind from razor blades and the smell of pine car scent make me feel pretty fine

The light of the city
dims that of the stars.

The circles under my eyes show no disguise
that my sleep is on strike
and has been for quite some time.

They still exist.
They are in me.

I'm started to daze in and out of two different worlds

Wandering around in my palace in the dead of night