******* dreams come false behind the sink in a one bedroom apartment
I remember the smell of curtains from the seventies

When we were young no-one told us bleeding hearts were scribbles on a bathroom wall
No-one told us how to fall

I made love to an older man once, and found that his fear of breaking me made me feel like porcelain

though I have had to be a mountain, stone, for some time now

We sang along to slow music in fast cars, the adrenaline days
Lingering in limbo made me think I was a hundred years old,

newborn

Names escape me, even I escaped me
as a lovely side effect to the escape itself
Toxic love children singing along to bohemian rhapsody, summertime melancholy

I used to love guinness in my attempt to be a poetically old soul, eighteen years old
Feet dancing across rooftops in a haze

Dazed

Stressed. Depressed. Compressed.

For so long I held my head under water
When finally free, the lightest of touches would burn my skin

And from deep within I felt a desire to possess

Heart still set aside,
I am become purple

Say my name