I yearn for your lips spreading kisses
across the horizon that is my body
as if lately they haven’t cut like sharp razors
over my shaking wrists
I keep sitting down on to the broken chair
pretending you’re holding it up
but only when you have the power
when I look into your eyes
I feel in control
but only when I pin you down across my bloodstained sheets
like a thread in my embroidery kit
stitch by stitch
I try to pinpoint myself in your universe
but there is no fabric
nowhere to stitch upon
so again I cut it open bleeding out the poison
that endangers me to extinction
I close my eyes to the moonlit room
just to let you pour in again tomorrow
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 8:22 PM UTC
I yearn for your lips spreading kisses
across the horizon that is my body
as if lately they haven’t cut like sharp razors
over my shaking wrists
I keep sitting down on to the broken chair
pretending you’re holding it up
but only when you have the power
when I look into your eyes
I feel in control
but only when I pin you down across my bloodstained sheets
like a thread in my embroidery kit
stitch by stitch
I try to pinpoint myself in your universe
but there is no fabric
nowhere to stitch upon
so again I cut it open bleeding out the poison
that endangers me to extinction
I close my eyes to the moonlit room
just to let you pour in again tomorrow