my only hope left
is that you're looking at me
when i look away

- p. winter

i'm tired
of this ache

my skin burns
my mind cries

i don't miss you,
i just miss being happy

- p. winter

you buried yourself into my skin

and now, no knife can

dig you out

again

- p. winter

I scream my love for you
In the canyon of your ribs

But all I get back
Is Echos.

For other explorers have been here before me,
Each one briefly passing through,
Taking a piece of you
As a souvenir.

And now,
You have no heart left
To love with.

My love bounces back.
Just an echo in the canyon.

- p. winter

I know that it hurts
But darling, beauty is pain.
Now, back to the scale...

- p. winter

my wrists are scarred
with memories
that only I remember

how easily you open the wounds
how reluctant you are
to heal them

- p. winter