I had the wind ripped out of me,
like i was bleeding under cotton wraps
and a galaxy was exploding from my veins.

there’s glass everywhere
and you’re still deflating my lungs,
begging me to rest

we were childhood friends
and i only knew of you
but you stuck thorns in the carriage of my rib cage.

i got a paper cut and cried,
you poured salt on my withering roses,
and they died in the haze of that hot summer.

i’m going to rot just like you,
like the trees
like the birds

and i’m sorry
I let myself live before you
but i wanted to hold on to the taste of winter.