and still. and still. and still-the only thing that matters is you.

the whole point of love is the heart break of it all. what a concept.

i rubbed salt on my lips and drank nothing but whiskey for seventeen hours while cleaning to help me forget you but you it only numbed me further into the idea of you.

he cut the tongue from between my lips as I tried to gasp, veins pulsing from the noose of your grip tied tight around my throat, I travel with my ability to lack, I tie knots 'round my new lovers' finger and I light them up from the string of my bow, I holler and jump 'round them, chest separating from my shoulders as my feet dangle above the crimson earth, my knees hobble and bobble as my elbows ash from the haggard wind rapping against my sand-made skin, I blow away like dunes, shaped and reshaped by the Sahara, I scream violet threats as you press me further into cellophane walls, you say, "destruction is sin." and then you remolded me into your paper girl, locked me up in a room for years and wrote me ****** until my mind filled with **** and then you found my eyes and started darkening them, they've slowly started to mirror your night's sky, a reflection of your skin, my sin.

my bottom lip burns, middle chapped and spiced, I worry that my limbs aren't strong enough to bare what you've had and what you could have.

you're like a moving photo in my mind. i've had this reel spinning in my mind for days now of all what we could be. all that we can do. my body shivers in anticipation and shudders out of fear. i've thought it over. backwards and forwards and all i can seem to do is want you even more. always in my mind, always on my time. allison says i'm in love. i say i'm just having a really hard time. focusing. breathing.

rinsed my mind clean of the words that caved in on me with the whiskey on your breath.