You made daises bloom in the darkest parts of my mind
and laced my thoughts with honey
You make dragon flies flutter in my soul
and the centipedes crawl out from beneath my skin
You stop demons from vomiting blood in my mouth
and the dead no longer hurt me
I do not close my eyes when I cross busy streets anymore
and cutting out of my own skin is option number two now
I do not take pills when my heart hurts
I am not better yet
I still **** at my ribcage and pray for roses to blossom between my broken bones
my spine continues to choke me
and spiders still weave webs intricately between my veins
my anatomy is still in ropes of sugar and fat
that bubble under my skin
I still have poems on my thighs
and fingers still poke around in my throat
and emerge ****** and distraught
it hurts to swallow and fill up the canyons beneath my fractured ribs
and I still breath in crystals of sleep to calm my crying nerves
my stomach remains full of knotted snakes slithering out of the cocoon
that is my mouth
and I’d still choose to die
When all I know is to never hurt you