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