soon all that will be left of me
is my miles and miles of words
and my lipstick stained
letters.
dearest lean into my shoulder
and let me tell you all about the man in the moon.
he fell in love with the sun
but i’m sure you’ve heard this all before.
the freckles on your face
make up all the constellations in the sky
and maybe some in the sea too.
i’ll trace your eyelids and nose
with the pads of my fingers
and marvel at how daisies and sunlight could be a person.
but i’m breaking apart at the seams
And summer can only stay so long.
we won’t talk about it
because words are too hard to use.
and they always clog my throat anyway.
you are quite scary
with your dead eyes
and small sentences
that you used to scream.
i have taken to biting my nails
instead of crying
and i don’t think it makes much of a difference.
i still can’t breathe either way.
you tell me that it’s easier to bottle up your feelings
but i’ve never really liked bottles
because they make me feel trapped
and alone.
i don’t think it matters that i can’t whistle
and then i remember that if i’m ever lost
i won’t be able to find you again.
i think it all depends on if you want to be found though.
shivers are wracking my body
and my teeth can’t seem to keep apart
i’m scared
god im scared.
and this time
i utterly and truly think im
broken.