I think i need
To dig deep in
And dig out these coffins on flesh and blood you have buried within my skin
you held my wrists and closed the caskets of promise,
Nailed them down in marriage of skin and blood
that now torn bleeds like the rivers ive cried
will you take these dead bodies back
do i burn them
click this lighter wont light up
a hot bath could melt the flesh off the bones of this deceased promise
this promise called trust
respect
the promise kept was love
not love for me
but your tiny coffins
Go on. Take them. Take these bodies. Let me reclaim my wrists.

I don't need his hands
it was just fingers
It was just skin
if i closed my eyes i could pretend
i was him

This goodbye between us has begun to sound like
a string of
hello's,
ill be back's,
i miss you's and
I will always love you's.
Goodbye has no meaning.
None at all.
Goodbye?
Okay, lets say
'goodbye'
for a few more decades

a.m

let me dip my finger into your mind
scratch poetry with your blood under my nail
-all that communication running around your veins
mind games you play with yourself
a saviour and a condemning smirk all in one
its no wonder your so confused
let me dip my finger one more time
scratch poetry down your inner thigh
change the communication of your mind
wantonly give yourself and smile, smile, smile.