veins.

i’m made of scars and too much blood pouring out of me. I’m made of razor blades and roof tops and letters i wanted to leave behind but i couldn’t, i never could
2. face.

i’ve never been pretty. average at my very best. they all say looks don’t matter, but come on, no one can say i’m beautiful with a straight face and that’s not something i can change
3. miles.

i’m not close enough to touch and that kills us both. you need a warm body to hold and i don’t blame you I’m just too distant and i’ve got ice cold hands
4. medicine.

it’s a little too much and that’s okay. i’ve got more prescriptions than friends and the diseases in my head won’t stop killing me, they’re treatable not curable
5. habits.

i’m always ******* drunk and you don’t like that. i can’t handle anything except my pills and i like to test my limit, another cigarette, another drink and you’re fading away
6. past.

my life before we met was never calm. i have memories i can’t place with hands i don’t remember, turbulence is all i know and that made you feel too unstable, i understand
7. bones.

i wasn’t born in the right body. i’m scared to show who i am to anyone but you, and maybe that brought us closer but it’s tearing me apart inside and you had to see that
8. ichor.

we think we’re celestial, like stars on earth. i’m an angel who’s here on mistake and you fell too soon, but divinity burns and we don’t know where we’re going
9. gone.
i’m ruined. i’m ugly. i’m distant. i’m sick. i’m addicted. i’m traumatized. i’m wrong. i’m lost.

i’m sorry