these are my shaking hands, this is my apology to myself. this is me waving my white flag. i am drawing your name in bruises, ginger tea, on the back of dollar bills. i am starting to understand that i am not worth it, nobody is. this is me carving YES onto my skin-i've always been a fan of irony. let me put my shrunken lungs into your hands, because apparently now i only breathe for you. this is me seeing your face in the moon, in the sigh of morning wind, in my unmade made. this is me disappearing; there is only you, you, you.