i love you
but i know i'll leave you.
warming your bones have
turned mine brittle.
i was 14 when the boys with sad eyes
started picking me apart
im not far from 21 and all I wished for
last year was to shed the skins
that have touched mine

It is your turn to be open of heart
to come and be vulnerable
to reimagine what else could be
it is your turn to be sincere
your turn to find me human, and still
love me and tell me this simply by sitting quietly next to me
by showing up all flawed and all

i cant afford the therapy i need
so i take another drag
of stolen cigarettes and lips
that have no business near
my sharp tongue.
last year felt like you and i
were the only 2 alive.
this year i wish i could die
on command

call me
we'll talk about the hole in my soul
and the one i left in your heart
when we were 14.
your smile makes the girls weak
and me sick, knowing who it's kissed.
i tried to be warm for you but im born in the middle of winter

how come you only need me
when nobody is around?
you had eyes like mine
until i saw the slightest hint of malice.
i used to believe in a lot of things
but i dont think we can share a street
that we once loved on.
you with your ******* problems and dimples
making me lose my appetite every other day.
were your eyes reflecting mine?