I will never forget the sound of
Getting buried underneath your sob stories laced with
Testosterone, evidence left behind on my collar bones
Like waltzing ghosts.
The reminder of what could have been is far more
Suffocating
Than being 6 feet under.
Your bony fingers search through me like a treasure map,
And x marks the spot below the thin layer of happiness
I've managed to imprison ever since the day you first
Liked what you saw and threw me through the windshield,
Shattering my ribcage into blades you'd use to bleed my heart out.
Now I'm hiding under these paper sheets while you try to find the old
Me, but she's long gone and these
Eyes won't tell a soul where my bandages are
Or how long I've been walking a straight line, repeating the same line
"Let me save you."