She stood on the edge of a cliff,
looking out to a world that didn't exist-
while waiting for the winds kiss

and when you said
laughter is like a foreign language
i imagined that i was
teaching you how to
speak it

I lie awake remembering, wishing I could sleep to forget.

your eyes look like sunset today

Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.

Paint your skin
with pretty lies

let the bristles disguise
the parts of yourself

you hope no one sees.
Paint your skin,

leave nothing uncovered
disguise yourself

with perfection, indifference, and sarcasm-
they are the pigments you will use

to paint your skin
with pretty lies.