I would like to believe that your love could make me touch the milky way and that it would allow supernova’s to travel through my bloodstream and fill me with something other than disappointment but I was wrong.

-

your grip on my hand tightened when I told you I’m running away. you looked at me with wide eyes and I almost cried because they’re so beautiful. you put your forehead to mine and I asked if you would please come with but you only smiled.

it is two weeks later
and I am aching
for an answer I
will never get.

-

you held your fingers over the five bruises on my thighs and I kept trying to pretend I was okay but all I could think about were your fingertips finding my new bloodstained cuts and old blackberry one’s and your realizing just how ugly I actually am.

-

“what happens when I go home?”

“I don’t know.”

“you don’t know?”

“I’ll phone everyday. I promise.”


you said it with so much sincerity that I almost believed you, but then I tried to hold your hand and make wishes on our fingers but you pulled away instead.

you shouldn’t have pulled away.

-

at night I am a comet shooting away from your lips and finding something else to bury myself inside of, but then I remember that I have nothing behind by rib cage so instead I return to you.

every time.