My room is a mess
debri settled on the nightstand from sleepover confessions, spilling all the secrets collecting dust inside our rib cages
ashes scattered across my roof from long nights of hoping the smoke would fill the spaces left
by our fathers
bladeless pencil sharpeners casting shame from my dresser
empty liquor bottles downed with hazy eyes and thoughts of those stupid ******* boys who won’t stop breaking our hearts and
maybe
I don’t know why I haven’t just put myself out but
how can you smother a fire when the ashes are already cold
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC
My room is a mess
debri settled on the nightstand from sleepover confessions, spilling all the secrets collecting dust inside our rib cages
ashes scattered across my roof from long nights of hoping the smoke would fill the spaces left
by our fathers
bladeless pencil sharpeners casting shame from my dresser
empty liquor bottles downed with hazy eyes and thoughts of those stupid ******* boys who won’t stop breaking our hearts and
maybe
I don’t know why I haven’t just put myself out but
how can you smother a fire when the ashes are already cold
my mom keeps telling me to clean my room but I can't bring myself to touch the remnants of what we used to be
