cherry-flavored memories
stain my mattress like
watercolor *****.

voices haunt my headspace
I see people in the dark, moving splotches
on my walls
save me the monsters are coming.

horizontal kissing
playground platform
dirt and *** and sand
between your

green blanket
green tea
green is my favorite color
green eyes
sometimes brown
depending on
the light my
hands belong here
this is mine what's
yours is mine and I
abhor your past
adores him like
a moth adores a
flame and
I'm the smoke
and you're a joke
and life's a game
but you don't want to
play anymore
so you

split your skin
as easily as his words
cut through
your chest
**** that i'm going home
and I won't stand to watch you
throw your life away.

I can't save you so
I'll close my eyes,
or look away or leave the room your
EYES BURNED INTO THE BLACK
OF MY WALLS AT NIGHT
WHEN THE MONSTERS COME
AND I HAVE TO TOUCH HER FACE
TO KNOW SHE'S THERE AND
FEEL HER BREATH AND COUNT
THE STARS ON THE CEILING
OF MY
yes I'm doing fine.yes I'm sure.