you are the stain on my skin,
the “i’m sorry” cuts bandage
& pinker than a girl’s insides
we have the ballad of crying
my feet in front of yours: it is
a contagious fever, our sobs
built upon lapses of euphoria
you give me reasons to come
my senses, my fingers are on
strings to not wring my neck
northern pinnacle you have &
gallop around my heart-lines
this is just where you belong:
on & in me through my finale.
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 1:15 PM UTC
you are the stain on my skin,
the “i’m sorry” cuts bandage
& pinker than a girl’s insides
we have the ballad of crying
my feet in front of yours: it is
a contagious fever, our sobs
built upon lapses of euphoria
you give me reasons to come
my senses, my fingers are on
strings to not wring my neck
northern pinnacle you have &
gallop around my heart-lines
this is just where you belong:
on & in me through my finale.
