you ruined that nail polish
and now
you’ve ruined that black dress
that night you called me on the phone
my hair half curled

i was sitting on the rim of the tub
as you told me you didn’t want me
staring myself in the eyes
the asymmetry of my reflection

and your voice
close to my ear
one. last. time.

only you could hurt me like that
one syllable words
i never wanted to pass through your lips

though you’d never know it
because it wasn’t until you said goodbye
and I turned away from my own prying eyes
above the bathroom sink

that I let the pain consume me
i allowed a hole to form in my chest
a gaping void that won’t seem to heal
hard as I try

you did this to me

you. broke. me.

now I cry on the cold bathroom tile
while you live your life
none the wiser

Synthetic feelings and strawberry smoothies.

I won't tell you the answer.

Everything all at once is quite possibly nothing

Maybe everything is glass.

I’ve told you time and time again,
But you like hearing those words linger on my lips
And hesitate around your ears.
So, I’ll tell you once more.

Wouldn’t it be nice,
To make something beautiful out of words.
To let every lick drip from your lips.
Thick, like paint on a canvas.