you are lazy like a sunday and irrevocable like my mistakes
you go slow with me because the burns on my body are still fresh
“you’re so sentimental”, i whisper as you fill every crack in me, like cement
you dug a whole in the dirt and told me to bury my past right there
and you watched as i filled the ground with fires and nightmares
when you tell me you love me, i know what you are talking about
my skin lifts away and my bones ache from the bareness when you look at me