Oct 2013
You, my dear, are dead, I said.
I am not so, she told me.
You are, checked out, moved on, deceased!
Then why so tightly hold me?
[Inhale...]
I feel the way your body flakes
Like chipping bits of bone
I see the way your fingers quake
Whenever you're alone
I tell you that I love you, and
you always say it back
But you never lend a hand
Whenever I'm about to crack
You say that talk is wasted
Because words are so ****** cheap,
But jealousy is tasted
When I'm talking in my sleep
For fear of letting go, and so
admitting that you're dead.**
But she was done responding
to the voices in her head.
I am not so, she told me.
You are, checked out, moved on, deceased!
Then why so tightly hold me?
[Inhale...]
I feel the way your body flakes
Like chipping bits of bone
I see the way your fingers quake
Whenever you're alone
I tell you that I love you, and
you always say it back
But you never lend a hand
Whenever I'm about to crack
You say that talk is wasted
Because words are so ****** cheap,
But jealousy is tasted
When I'm talking in my sleep
For fear of letting go, and so
admitting that you're dead.**
But she was done responding
to the voices in her head.
