For you,

Honestly, I would pick away my scabs

To feel each pang of pain as reminders of what I used to live for

I would actually love to see the scars you would leave behind

To have my very own memento of you

And I would, without a doubt, treat those scars as the most intimate areas of my being

To trace them with my cold, lifeless fingers


Darling,

I wait for that moment

when everything else

finally rots

with squeamish

maggots.

Love,

In the beginning, I just wanted you to **** me.

The next time we **** I’ll admit it.
And the next time we ****, you won’t even look me in the eye.
And the next time we ****, I might as well just *******.

And the next time we don’t ****,
You’re gonna ******* tell me,
“I just wanted to *******.”

****.

misty stars
clouded eyes

in a lonely airport
in a suffocating sky

I wave goodbye.


(please don’t
                      crash)