i am
a magnet
for broken things
pieces of boys
forever
clinging to me,
making it hard to
walk

i bet you think i'm writing love poems
penning down the
exact
color of your eyes
or trying to capture the mimic
of your musical heartbeats

do you feel the electric pulse between our fingers
what is hallucination
what is real
because life is imagined for me,
most of the time

these symbols just flow out of my inkwell soul
hieroglyphic tears streaming from a forgotten, ancient face
the pen feels so natural in my hand
like its been holding it for
centuries
always
dripping
never finished

we got drunk and drew on each other
i scribbled flowers and tattered leaves
you wrote in pink floyd lyrics
and meteorites

we fell in love through felt-tipped markers

together we were breathing art

you touched my scars lightly
one by one
stroking them in small circles

the dents where stitches have been
the long marks that stretch on for eternity
the burns that burnt more than my skin
and you just said

okay

my face burns from the place
your mouth was
      from dusk to dawn