Reminiscing on the vacant homes and barren pill bottles I drowned myself in.

Reminding myself of the hollow between my skin and the gleaming blade.

Skeptical thought leaping through the chords and chaos in my brain.

Bringing me to her.

She was beautiful.

She was a crystal glass I hadn’t dare purse my lips too.

She was a piece of art in an museum I couldn’t afford but snuck in anyway.

She was dark. Imp. Abundantly dangerous.

Heartbreak.

She wasn’t the first.
I fell for her once, twice.
Heartbreak.
Three times.

A lesson I never once allowed myself to learn.

Memories dancing in my brain playing a horror film on repeat.

Trepidation.

Consuming most of my life it walks.

Will it happen again.

Is this time different.

Will I be different.

Incessant. 

Bringing me to home.

Comfortable beginning.

Devastation. 

Situations mimic me lacerating my spinal chord from my brain. 

Motionless as the dark comes in.
Enveloping my body in devilry. 

Watching the life pass by of an innocent being.

Frozen in an abstruse society.

Beckoning for a place to call home.

A heart to feel whole.

To occupy to uninhabited walls of this body.

Thinking.