you opened up crimson
and i climbed inside.
crawling into your lungs,
i made shelter,
smothered—
drowning in your false promises of apathy.

do you know how terribly human you are?

i always talk about how much i think about hating you
but i think about loving you more,
and i think that says everything.

withering smile
fractured skin
dimming moobeam
hinting
tragedies

i grab a pen
and a napkin
cut my words deep
until i bleed
poetries

she laughed and cried,
she lived then died,
she walked and now flies,
an angel inside,
her soul made of light,
that the people destroyed,
she was once an angel,
but now a devil employed