I want to peel off my skin
and shed my broken bones and broken promises
like needless paper weights.
this skin I live in?
it's a rotting cell
and
i always hated my ribcage and how it
imprisons my heart with thoughts of you.  
you scribbled yourself into my bones
and there's no escaping the words and memories of us anymore
so my bones will keep me up at night
the ache always did remind me of you
and ill lie awake at night and punish myself
because

I've hated myself since the day i realized that
our love isn't coming back
*and its the only thing I needed.