I've been lying in bed for fourteen hours
Sick again & I can feel my organs shifting
tucked underneath my aching bones
You tucked me in & kissed my forehead
Your lips blistered on the spot
Skins so hot, you'd swear my skull is melting
I've been doing better all wrapped up in
your blue sheets- counting all of the gentle spaces
between your veins that I've yet to fall in
Your hands tower over my fingertips
at your knuckles & you think it's funny
when I stand on the tips of my toes to
reach your smile
I'm looking at the tired skin that lays over
the back of your neck through those
one inch clear plugs in your ear lobes
And tracing every inch of your inked calves
With the front of my inked feet
The sun is warm as it swallows your bedroom
through the pretty little window in your ceiling
I'd surrender every record I ever bought
just to have the strength to climb out;
To taste some clean air today
Well, thank god for your butterscotch eyes
The only scenery I could fall into & float away

I have a budding disorder
Funny to think
That the thing that once comforted me
Now makes my heart sink
Head spin
And if I should consume
A wave of nausea
And I will my empty myself through and through