I sleep
with the leftovers of our
dismemberment
My rib cage strewn across the covers
like an elephant graveyard
where a love
once lived.
I wake up
to the shivering clatter
of each
lonely
bone.
I dropped
all my **** this morning.
My cover up fell to the floor
and shattered.
I stared
at the broken pieces.
I dropped
my pen
my lighter
my defenses
These shaky hands
can't hold on
to anything,
So then why is it
my heart still can?
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
I sleep
with the leftovers of our
dismemberment
My rib cage strewn across the covers
like an elephant graveyard
where a love
once lived.
I wake up
to the shivering clatter
of each
lonely
bone.
I dropped
all my **** this morning.
My cover up fell to the floor
and shattered.
I stared
at the broken pieces.
I dropped
my pen
my lighter
my defenses
These shaky hands
can't hold on
to anything,
So then why is it
my heart still can?
