I'm tired of this platter,
the pieces I've served and the lies I've heard



you don't want me.

I locked my heart away in a body
I swore did not exist

Still somehow handed her the tools
to push on, and persist

I'm weak and scorched and slightly torched
but

                            didn't you do this?

you confirmed all of my horrors
when you said you can't touch me sober

you sped up my heart,
only he had since turned

when lying with you, I felt not steady  
                               hurt..

I forgot I was sick
I forgot I was his

or his
                      or his  
                                             or his

I'm so scared of this and these following words,
because now to that list, I might have to add

a "her"