I was crowded by the beggars

One of them said," Lovers are the melancholic beggars".

You stab me in the back with a knife,
and I apologize for bleeding on it.

should i describe the way
roses
fall from your lips?

or the way the rain
stops
when you smile?

i can't decide
if your eyes
reflect a river
or the indian ocean

and i can't decide
in which
i would rather
drown

help me.

I sink
Sank in July
And scrape with my hate
I scraped why
Deep into my sides
Like knives
Falling from the sky
I want them all
To land in my eye
And stab
What's left of my mind
July 5th
You're my sickness
If I had more fists
I'd punch out my own ribs
Blood the color
Of my lipstick
& beg like a liar
With no power
I fly lower
Than ever
& ever
& ever
& ever
& I'll never remember
Why
But I'll always remember
July

Breaking bonds
Like haunted hearts
Inside lost jars
From sunken ships
Lost at sea
I'm lost you see
& I can't tell you that
Cause it's not up to me
[Anymore]

I wasn't showing my teeth
To frighten you.

I was preparing to
Carry you again. Cub.

We could keep driving
And let the wind touch us to sleep
And find ourselves somewhere new and safe

We could lay here for months
Talking about faraway places
Dreaming of a life with no consequences

We could forget it all
Together in a scorching blaze
And cool down slowly and frozen solid together

I could let you know
About these feelings that I've been growing
Inside my ribcage and nurtured so tenderly

We won't
I won't