her mouth is an ocean of spells
her heart is a forest of beasts
her eyes are tinder for stars

his mouth is an empty church
his heart is a steady horizon
his eyes are the way home

i want to tell you the truth  
everything hurts, my organs
are  filled with black rocks and
i can't write poetry without gaining
weight, sometimes i wake up
in the middle of the night trying
to convince myself that i'm still alive
i’ve stopped eating anything but
apples and your pastel pink tongue
i want to tell you the truth
that my heart is a collection of
boys who  didn’t ask for my name
only whispered words like beautiful
into my neck, only painted words
like obsession  on my spine
i want to tell you the truth
when i cross the streets i close my
eyes and the thought of dying
doesn't make me cry anymore
i want to tell you the truth
last friday i got so angry at you
that i nearly burned all of my
poems, i threw a plate at my door
and cleaned up the blood saturday
i want to tell you the truth
that i am made of stone, my hands
are never warm, my skin will be grey
my soul is aching because you’ve
made it empty
i want to tell you the truth
i still love you, i still care about you
but when you ask how i'm doing
i'll say that i don't know you anymore

but all you will hear is "i'm fine"

oh! and she would curl her hair and wear
red dresses just to excite his heart when they
met in the supermarket
she would call him on a monday when she
felt lonely
oh! so admiring lonely that her lips would cry gasoline
and set the floor on fire
the air would smell of a lost religion and the clouds
oh! the clouds would crack like transparent eggshells
the sun's yolk would crawl inside of her scalp and
every strain of her hair
and she would put on brown mascara and
dial his number with fingers made of apples
oh! one ring, then one again and then the sound of
his voice - just like peaches. like peaches and honey
oh! she stopped loving him so very long ago
but she never stopped thinking about his
face carved in her spine and the way he spoke
was magnetic
almost electric  
oh! like peaches, like peaches and honey

I'm flexing a muscle that no one can see
Put your hand to my chest,
you'll feel its strain