bruised shins
****** fingernails
and a dull pair of scissors

sunday night
a bottle of *****
and nothing to lose

you make me feel
manic and afraid
but in the best of ways,
i swear you do.

so i chop off my hair
down a few shots
and maybe in the morning
these bruises will heal
into heart-shaped patches
of tender skin
ready for you to love again.