i keep this dream kept safe,
down in the cage of my ribs
where flowers grow, only for you
at one point, at least.

now in this dream,
i want you to sit down and breathe
before you take a look at these words i
compose for you

in this dream, i
lay in your bed, fiddling with that
razor blade i launched into oblivion
to keep those new marks from appearing on your skin

in this dream, you're not around yet
you're off living your life, going to school, working
but the clouds began to chase you home,
their torrents washing away all you have
until you come inside and rush to lock the door behind you
back into your room, your eyes stay closed while the windows do the same
you haven't seen me in your cream sheets yet

but your eyes come open and they're alive
with rage and forlorn
and it's all you see.

i put down the blade, in this dream
in this dream, you fall to your knees
and in this dream, we grieve together
over something we lost
the moment we thought it would get better.
but you knew better

in this dream, you pushed me away
i scatter across the floor like shattered glass
careful now, not to slice that precious skin
when you clean up my pieces

but much to my chagrin, you don't pick up the pieces
you watch me come apart on the floor,
with no remorse.

your eyes are closed again, in this dream
i'm back in bed.
you lay beside me with your gentle rise and fall
of your worn out lungs.

and suddenly, in this dream,
we do not rise and fall together
as your hands are wrapped around my neck
and you're squeezing, gripping so tight
i feel the pop and blackness comes
but it wasn't enough, no

back to my shattered pieces on the floor, you grab the sharpest part
dig inside my chest, doubting you'd ever find a heart inside
but there it is, and it is weeping tears of joy
because if it could've gone by any hand,
it would be yours to have died by.

in this dream,
you killed me.