I want to see the mistakes spilled across your arms

To kiss your hands and remember each perfect flaw

So that in the morning I can remind you

That you are more than the blood on the floor

More than the tangles in your hair and the mascara on your pillow

More than your eyes will ever dare to tell.

One, Two
           I love you.
Three, Four
           Is your love unsure?
Five, Six
           He stops and clicks.
Seven, Eight
             Am I just a playmate?
Nine, Ten
              What is it then?

Ten, Nine
          Pass the wine.
Eight, Seven
           You left me heartbroken.
Six, Five
           I am trying to survive.
Four, Three
           I am so angry.
Two, One**
           I am Done.

I cannot decide which hurts more.

The pain from a sharp knife sliding across my skin left to right

Or from the pain from loving someone like you

Do you know any good doctors?
My pen needs a laxative

Nowadays I know
That I still exist
Even when you don't say goodnight.