I want you to find my body
Stuffed haphazardly in your drawer
The center drawer on your nightstand
You know the one
I want you,
on a day as sunny and delusional as we,
to come across my bones
Picked bare by carrion
Splintered on a creamy page
There is nothing I want more
Then for your lies, your false bravado
Your citadel of secrets
To erupt in agony
Burn down to the base
Your fallow fields
With just a gust of wind
To scatter my restless ashes
And release the trumpeting pain in your heart
So that it will once again
Be close to mine
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 8:56 PM UTC
I want you to find my body
Stuffed haphazardly in your drawer
The center drawer on your nightstand
You know the one
I want you,
on a day as sunny and delusional as we,
to come across my bones
Picked bare by carrion
Splintered on a creamy page
There is nothing I want more
Then for your lies, your false bravado
Your citadel of secrets
To erupt in agony
Burn down to the base
Your fallow fields
With just a gust of wind
To scatter my restless ashes
And release the trumpeting pain in your heart
So that it will once again
Be close to mine
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