you gave me a crown
of thorns
and called me a queen

blood and mascara streaming
down the sides of my face

as i begged you
to put another nail
through my heart

you wonder why
you have to create metaphors
in order to understand
his love

oh honey...
that’s because it’s not real

some say drowning
feels oddly peaceful
after all the thrashing

the moment you know
your lungs
wont taste oxygen again
and you give your body over
to the water

i think you and i
are past the thrashing

you know my face
my laugh
and my story
by heart

but not my number

so do me a favor
and delete it

you’ve left me
in the dark
long enough
for my eyes
to adjust

i lay here beneath
the wall of clocks
you created for me

the sound
of their ticking in unison—

a deafening reminder
that you once
made time for me

i wonder how many
millions of years
it’ll take
for those stars to die

the ones that spell out
your name