his is drug withdrawal,
but with a boy.
he’s just sitting
on my bed side table
staring at me and i
keep cutting him
into lines,
but i can’t inhale him.

can’t inhale him cause
my nose is filled with blood
and if i tried,
i’d just be swallowing that.

when you were 6,
you made homes for faeries under trees.
now you just hope they choose to live in your lungs,
help you appreciate the magic of breathing.
i am your collapsable lover
and you've got a body like a wreck
i can't stop looking at.

i know a boy who’s afraid of the dark
and that’s why he won’t ever kiss me.
i took nothing but hours, left nothing but bruises.
you responded to my tears calmly,
with only a shrug.
you put your hoodie on & went out for a cigarette.
i left before you came back.

*i am a glass girl with diamond wrists,
this is how i love.