All the sad, dark parts of my life bleed together like blue ink
What was here before the stains in my memory?
Please look at me,
Please look at my empty swollen stomach,
Please look at my beating heart.
Look at each one of my toes hanging languidly off my bed,
Look at them dry and cracked and broken
Look at my and tell me you love me
Lick this ink from my body
I am your pup
Hold my shoulders and rock me
I am so full of cold, dark words
The sparks at each tale end try and illuminate, but god is the ink dark
I don't want to trip too hard for I
don't want to crawl out the other side changed
I must like myself for there,
why would I opt out of self-destruction if not for self-preservation.
I have to see my family today
and act like I am not full of words that are oozing out
like wails and echos
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 6:58 PM UTC
All the sad, dark parts of my life bleed together like blue ink
What was here before the stains in my memory?
Please look at me,
Please look at my empty swollen stomach,
Please look at my beating heart.
Look at each one of my toes hanging languidly off my bed,
Look at them dry and cracked and broken
Look at my and tell me you love me
Lick this ink from my body
I am your pup
Hold my shoulders and rock me
I am so full of cold, dark words
The sparks at each tale end try and illuminate, but god is the ink dark
I don't want to trip too hard for I
don't want to crawl out the other side changed
I must like myself for there,
why would I opt out of self-destruction if not for self-preservation.
I have to see my family today
and act like I am not full of words that are oozing out
like wails and echos
