There are cracks from
the remains of your soul.
Normally I would want to
avoid them, you know,
because of the CDO,
but with you, I want to fall,
through the cracks,
be swallowed whole
by the damage she did to it.

Facts: I want to climb inside,
And sit there for a while,
And say your favourite lines,
from your favourite book,
That you lost and don't want to find,
I want to tell her that we hate her.
we, because two merged as one,
The moment I laid my eyes upon
the scarlet letter written across
your skin,dark,and with permanent ink

I want to be wrapped up in your veins,
comforted by your blood stains,
The other day you described your ideal
moment of peace, so that's what I'll be,

I will become the perfectly green,
perfectly cut grass, and I will be the lightness of the waterfall behind the trees,
I will be nothing more than your death.
So that every. single. morning.
Our souls resurrect all over again.
And you forget she was ever there.