At least tell me you love me,
while you tighten my noose.
Blow me a kiss,
While my body jerks.
Show me your tears,
while I fight for oxygen.
Let me feel you warmth,
hold my hand as mine fades.
Now watch me swing,
My body dancing in the wind.
Hang my picture.
Please hang it crooked.
A reminder,
That there was nothing perfect about me.
Nothing at all.
Her:
You asked me to hang your picture.
Do hang it crooked,
a testament
that there was nothing perfect about you - and yet, in every tilt, you are perfectly you.
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 2:07 AM UTC
At least tell me you love me,
while you tighten my noose.
Blow me a kiss,
While my body jerks.
Show me your tears,
while I fight for oxygen.
Let me feel you warmth,
hold my hand as mine fades.
Now watch me swing,
My body dancing in the wind.
Hang my picture.
Please hang it crooked.
A reminder,
That there was nothing perfect about me.
Nothing at all.
Her:
You asked me to hang your picture.
Do hang it crooked,
a testament
that there was nothing perfect about you - and yet, in every tilt, you are perfectly you.
Extended by the woman that has the other half of my heart.
