‘maybe it was all of those books i read in middle school,
filling my head up with hopeless things’.
if i could i would stitch you up
but not before coating your insides
with yellow paint to keep you
warm and full of life,
she said
‘come keep me and my paranoia company’
but if it were up to me
i would **** up every ounce of darkness from you
and hold it as my own.