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

YOU ARE A ******* THUNDERSTORM YOU LIGHT PARTS OF ME UP AND SHAKE ME TO THE GROUND WHEN YOU TELL ME I AM INCREDIBLE

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

i was foolish to believe that when you touched my skin flowers would grow, my cheeks would blossom and my stomach would become a garden, an orchard, a plant *** on the window sil of a grandmothers kitchen, i should have knew when you touched my face my eyes would sink and my lips turn grey, my stomach would cave in, my ribs make an appearance, my mouth go dry and my legs to become laden with white lines

i have not gone from riches to rags but stepped so close to the edge of bridges ready to jump i am not a special and fragile princess so do not touch my skin and tell me how beautiful i am i have burns from all the cigarettes i smoke and white lines covering my thighs from the nights i spend sitting on the roof with a blade talking myself out of jumping do not tell me i am broken because i am not, i am not able to be fixed i am incomplete so god don’t ask me why i do this ask yourself why you are sitting here with me i am incapable of love so dont put your soft lips upon my cheek and do not breathe on my neck it is a noose getting tighter and it wont stop do not cry when you see the curtain of my bedroom closed forever because i was never a princess i am incomplete and now you will never have fail to fix me again

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

i am an empty bottle of ***** do not touch me i will shatter i am the bottle of pills you stop yourself from taking every night so do not touch me i will break into a thousand pieces i am the book you have read 17 times over and still cry when you read the ninth sentence of page 243 so do not touch me i will tear i am the mirror you look into every time you splash your face in the bathroom so do not touch me i will not bring anything good i am the puzzle you found underneath your grandmas bed when you were seven that no matter how hard you searched you could never find the sixth piece down fifth piece across from the right so don’t you dare touch me because i will never be ******* complete

do not look at me i am a broken mirror you will see all your flaws and god you will never appreciate how beautiful your smile is if there is a huge crack through the centre and your cheeks will not look blushed like they used to because i am a filthy smashed mirror

if words were bullets you shot me in the head and left me for dead but I still picked the gun up and pulled the trigger because I crave the pain and I crave the words you speak

i hope when i touch your stomach you feel warmth despite the chills it sends through your whole body, i hope when my hand slides your hair behind your ear you feel something you have never felt from anybody else before, i hope when my fingers find a way into the palm of your hand when we are walking through the fields in the rain you forget about the weather and focus on the sunset i have created between out tangled hands, i hope when i look into your eyes before i say goodbye your heart cracks just a tiny bit before i kiss your soft lips goodbye and i hope when we kiss you open your eyes and look at me because you still cant believe this is happening and i hope that i consume you as much as you consume me

its 3:43 in the morning and i am trying to sleep but my eyes wont stay closed i am scared i will never open them and i am scared that you too shall never see the morning light again and after hours of trying, every single word you spoke today runs through my veins if i am not careful my heart will stop and i will never breathe the morning air again

We can have days where we walk through fields holding hands all day and lie on the grass watching the stars not exchanging a single word we can have days where we kiss til our lips are sore and we have said I love you to many times to count we can have days where we don’t talk, maybe even weeks, but I will still love you we may have days where we can’t stand the sight of eachother and wish we could die but I won’t leave your side and one day you won’t love me maybe it will be tomorrow or 10 years or maybe even 50 years if I’m lucky but I love you with every fibre of my being and it consumes me