counting tiles and the time we have left
pt 1
when i don’t hear back from you i get worried
my heart gets hopped up on adrenaline
getting ready for all the crazy thoughts and
unformidable daymares to unfold in my mind
i brace myself for the unknown
my mind
that wild thing i never seem to be able to control
counting tiles and the time we have left
pt 2
i imagine you laying toy like on your glass dining room table
the sacred red syrup pouring out your jugular
staining the fabric table mats your mom got from a friend
it was a funny story
counting tiles and the time we have left
pt 3
i imagine
your mother coming home and the shrill shriek
that every weakling at a funeral breaks down to
counting tiles and the time we have left
pt 4
i imagine hearing about it
and taking my hair and cutting it all off
running until my lungs would collapse
making me cheeks sting from the tears that’d become frozen
escaping from my ducts
the same way you slipped through my grasp
with such ease
like
like..
counting tiles and the time we have left
pt 5
i imagine waking up that next morning
wishing you took me with you
my petite hands clasping the sheets above my head
trying to hide
from the inevitable
yes i’d never be the same.
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 11:16 PM UTC
counting tiles and the time we have left
pt 1
when i don’t hear back from you i get worried
my heart gets hopped up on adrenaline
getting ready for all the crazy thoughts and
unformidable daymares to unfold in my mind
i brace myself for the unknown
my mind
that wild thing i never seem to be able to control
counting tiles and the time we have left
pt 2
i imagine you laying toy like on your glass dining room table
the sacred red syrup pouring out your jugular
staining the fabric table mats your mom got from a friend
it was a funny story
counting tiles and the time we have left
pt 3
i imagine
your mother coming home and the shrill shriek
that every weakling at a funeral breaks down to
counting tiles and the time we have left
pt 4
i imagine hearing about it
and taking my hair and cutting it all off
running until my lungs would collapse
making me cheeks sting from the tears that’d become frozen
escaping from my ducts
the same way you slipped through my grasp
with such ease
like
like..
counting tiles and the time we have left
pt 5
i imagine waking up that next morning
wishing you took me with you
my petite hands clasping the sheets above my head
trying to hide
from the inevitable
yes i’d never be the same.
