Bury me.
Six feet under.
Don’t cry when you come to visit.

Talk to me
(I’ll get lonely, with all these rotting souls surrounding me)

Plants will grow,
from my decaying body,
weaving through my bones.

Let them stay,
they have made friends
with my skeleton
And creaking soul.

i am fading in
a shadow of myself is
nothing but a memo

you just took it.
like it was the last piece of gum
like you could return it if it didn't fit
or sew some cute buttons on it to make it look better.
but that was mine.
and I liked it just the way it was ,
it didn't need altering.
I didn't mind at the time because
I loved you.
I loved you.
I loved you.
loved.

There is nothing as free and passionate as your first time
Nothing as innocent
The nervous giggles
The panicked breathing
Touching someone's body
Just to learn every bump and crater
on the surface of their warm skin
The rush of pain
The desperate moans
Nothing as intimate as your first time.