12:15 A.M.
my emotions have turned
to liquid and they’re seeping through my pores.
please help.
you were my only anchor to any chance
of emotional stability, and you're *******
gone.
i jumped in the front seat of your car and i'm driving myself
insane.
i'm shouting at you, “just *******
come home!”
but months ago i shouted for you to leave me alone.
the sunrise is different, the grass, the people,
i need you.
i need your porcelain lips and the cigarette between them
laying in my bed because that was
my definition of home.
my fingers are cracking and my marbles
are all rolling away.
my yarn is astray besides one ******* string
holding me on to you,
and the satan on my shoulder is telling me to
let go, but also telling me to stay.