Open says me,
Open says I,
Open says heart

I hope one day it’s just a memory and not an activity.

We cut when we’re not brave enough to die, just yet just yet

Unfroze hearts are bait on the sharpest hooks. It never thawed anyways.

And when I told the universe it could take back my existence, I waited to be snuffed out like the candle burning on my bedside table. I wanted to feel like the dust I was to return to.

He said I’m good at giving head & headaches. I’m sorry for complaining about my jaw pains. I’m sorry for the earthquake, that you started in my stomach. The the heart pangs that rattle my rib cage. I am sorry that I’ve accepted this fate. I’m sorry I’m a fat **** that no one will date.

I could just go, like an unanswered wish in the wind. Swept up in the dirt to grow again.