i've died 1000 times climbed to the top of every mountain and jumped off eaten a cyanid pill played in traffic with my eyes closed waltzed with the devil in the middle of hell but none of those compare to dying in your arms drowning in your exquisite love
Those words dance on the tip of my tongue waiting to float above me waiting, no wanting to be heard begging to make a sound but I keep my mouth locked burn the feelings inside me letting them go dormant afraid of loving, when I'm so unloveable
I'M HIgh I took all my medication at once I feel nothing but I feel like I'm floating I can't feel my bones but my feet are cold is this what its like to be an angel? an angel on 10 different pills floating above everyone maybe, darling I wasn't meant to walk on this world
You wanted me to write you a poem so I cut myself open and dipped the quill in my blood and wrote, and wrote, and wrote I wrote about the good and the bad As my veins ran dry I scrolled out the last words *"You asked to be my muse"
YOU MADE COTTON FEEL LIKE SILK YOU TURNED BLOOD INTO WINE YOU SHOWED ME THE WAY, THE TRUTH, AND THE LIGHT YOU GREW FLOWERS IN MY EMPTY HEART YOU KISSED MY COFFIN BEFORE PUSHING IT INTO THE RIVER Y O U YOU YOU YOU