PLEASE TOUCH ME I AM CRACKED AND I NEED MENDING YOUR HANDS ARE THE SUPERGLUE I NEED AND YOUR WORDS ARE THE STITCHES

I WANT TO BE THE BRUISES ON YOUR NECK NOT THE BRUISES ON YOUR BODY I WANT TO BE THE SWEET WORDS AS YOU SLEEP NOT THE ONES YOU SCREAM ABOUT AND I WANT TO BE THE LIPS YOU SO DELICATELY KISS NOT THE ONES YOU WISH NEVER POISONED YOU

my heart most be living under water
because I feel like I am
drowning.

Cotton sheets
on a winter’s night.

She entered the room,
her clothes fell to the floor.

’You’re on my side?’
‘I know,’ and
slid to my side
to let her skin
lie in the warmth
I left for her.

And then she
thanked me,
in cotton sheets.

I find it hard to believe
Something so healing
could be so harmful

I can't see why it would matter to anyone
How I medicate with self prescribed medicine
I don't see why you would care

Whats the difference
If I drown myself in water or alcohol
I'm still going to die

when i see you my cheeks blush and my heart flutters, my brain grows wild and no matter how much i try my words will not string into sentences so for now i will kiss your lips and dream of nights spent watching the stars my fingers tangled in your hair or the mornings we will spend in the parisian apartment we hope to share one day sipping tea and reading all our ****** poetry from when we were helplessly inlove and my cheeks blushed whenever i saw your eyes meet mine