I have memories more tangled than your conscious
I have stickers that decay like flesh
I have pillow cases filled with your broken words
I have a swing set made up of fractured hope
Hair products made up of acid
I have colored band aids that hide my smile
Where time is merely distance-
love a dimension of hate and
lust an infected wound
I can't brush my teeth without puking
Or laughing or thinking of how you sway;
I have everything and merely nothing

The sea combed her hair
I am lost.
A paralyzing "lost" that cannot be found in imperfections
"Comb or brush?"
We never intended to be so tangled
Push me into the deafening intervals between crashes
Crash into me
Make it hurt, make me gasp
Make me wish the devil is seaweed
And God a broken shell