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Jun 2018
You play me like a fool and I tie my hair up,
and we're coming home to the sounds of each others voices planted somewhere
In the vacuums of our chests, and your fingers are laced with
splinters and you breathe out the fumes of last night's arguments, so
I bust up a wall to avoid
bursting out in tears, I don't know what end we are clinging to
but I want my chest to be less hollow
seems like I drag everything in & then it
disappears, along with the nights we spent
missing each other & I am so afraid
to wake up with you gone, I am so afraid
that this thing will crawl back under the covers & not emerge again.
Written by
KM Hanslik  20/F/Ohio
     ---, A Lofi Cherry, Edmund black and Ash Angel
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