"Fix me?"
Tip toe around my heart fore it is broken,
Carefully stitch with gentle warm hands,
Since the only thing I've felt in these past months is coldness,
Make sure your hand doesn't shake as you sew me whole,
Make sure my ribs are taped up nice so they heal correctly,
Don't let them bend and break again,
Wash my blood of his adrenaline, make it pure again,
Shove me in a shower to wash away his scent and memories,
Give me new clothes since mine are laced with his tears, kisses, and anger.
Cuddle me as I have a dream of our nights together,
Hold me down and cover my mouth as I scream his name,
begging for him to come back,
Hold my hair as I puke up the pills I took to ease his name from my mind,
Slam my body against the floor when I drink all the whiskey,
and smoke all the cigs to erase this ghostly feeling of his hands on my thigh,
As I ask if this is okay,
you move your hand over mine, look me in my eyes and say;
"What are best friends for?"