i don’t blame you much,
and it was no surprise that you didn’t mourn my love.
and to the soul of my heart i’m sorry.
my hearts all bruised
plus,
my minds gone loose.
a cannon bore fruit
and my limbs gone blue.
i sold my love for golden roots.
the handcuffs turned too tight but my dead body didn’t seem to mind.
tongue like broken glass my bloods in shambles.
and to the soul of my heart i wish i was stable.
and to the love of my life i wish you’d stay but
it’s too late.
****** wrists
i died flooding lips.

handcuffed in the back of this car- i died in toronto