someday,
i'll wake up and be glad i did.

i'll never stop believing in the past.
look at me and wonder
one last time.
voice to me your heart
eye to eye.
you feel too, you've told me so
over and over again. still,
understanding came too slowly

for me.

ive smashed
every
single
******* mirror
in this house
because
*im so tired of seeing you
when i look at me

come here
limbs laced in cotton sheets
my bottom lip between your teeth
tell me the blood drawn tastes like cherries
when we both know it's made of tar
trace a world map on my hipbones in bruises
mark the capital cities with your fingernails
millimeters deep into flesh
let your breath on my neck tell me stories
about who you are and where you've been
your mind spilling ink on pillow cases and skin
and with the left side of this mattress weighed down
let me pretend your hollowed bones
are more than a momentary home

i can’t cry anymore
it’s like there’s no more fluid in my body
i miss it though
feeling the tears streaming down my cheeks
and showing people how i really feel
but now they don’t have a clue
cause i can’t show them

*(s.m)

it's raining on the second longest night of the year
i never said i was honest you never bought me anyway i am all
stolen breath on these wood floors we're burning in //losing// blood.
we're the last of the locusts, you and me. our mothers can't take it no more
it's raining on the second longest con of our lives
so if i recover will you be
//will you be my//