oh well, whatever
i always said you would
get everything you wanted
just never calculated that i'd never
be a part of your desires

i never really mattered to you
just a stepping stone
i guess, it's just crushing my chest
when you say to him that he's the best
like that's everything i wanted to hear from you

oh well, whatever
what a joke
cuts deep, why i can't sleep
karma, why i bleed for you
and you would never know

you make me sick
when you touch me
can't wash the filth off
hours in the shower
scrubbing
flakes

your lines unstitch me
why can't you just forget me
I spend so much time
numbing myself, prepping myself
just to get out of bed
dead skin cakes the sheets

I'm sick
I'm filthy
I didn't need a knife to reveal what's inside
leave me, it's not safe here anymore

i was terrified of you once
you who gives nothing but pearls and shells
when i needed food and drink

desert sands had made me ascetic
my heart yet still throbs
i am here, my breath reborn, again

but i was terrified of you once

it's ok to:

        1 prefer tea over coffee
        2 say i don't know
        3 have off days
        4 have days off
        5 ask questions
        6 work how you want to work
        7 tidy desk
        8 messy desk
        9 hand messy phone calls to me
      10 depend on the team
      11 forget things
      12 use the bathroom when you need to
      13 wear sweats every friday
      14 have quiet days
      15 have loud days where you joke and laugh

Have a good ****-day. We almost made it to the weekend!

prophet tongue with
stabbing perceptions
i gave him my name
while in bed.

soft white curtains
though still chamber thick
cold steel hands
and the room sliced into pieces
by morning light
but haunted by night sounds
crept into open wounds of the heart

chills.

his hand
resting on my thigh while he snores
summer bruised and adventurous
though callous youth
with his unbandaged scabbed knee
skating last night.

moment forgotten in the carride
but a stone monument staring
at me on the kitchen counter.

miles of spines
my fingers travel upon your back
and i can't say
i ever looked behind me
at your neck