Some days,
It was enough just to know,
That I had a packet of blades,
In the house,
They were cold,
Very sharp,
Security blanket.

*Maybe one day, I'll be okay..

I'm starting to
find that there
is bittersweet
relief in letting
go of the things
that i had so
desperately clung
to because maybe-
just maybe- I never
really needed them
in the first place.
I'm beginning to
understand that there
was and always
has been something
between us. And I
suppose we didn't
want to admit that
what we had was
the one thing
we both knew we
never would need.

it took
the smell
of coffee grounds
and smokey burnt wood
13 days
to finally escape
from the thick fabrics
of my favorite sweatpants
and I promised myself
I'd never let you
burrow away
into the deepest parts
of me
just to keep warm;
23 nights from November
and I'm still digging you out
from underneath my skin.
and that Sunday night
at 12:37 AM;
remnants of
melted rouge kisses
overflowed
from the surface
of the birthmark
on your left shoulder-blade
when I traveled across
the terrains
of every inch
of your back
with my bottom lip;
sweeter
than the sugarcanes in my tea
sending chills
up every bone
in my body
and I knew you
had finally found your home
for the winter.





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Hush Little Darling,
Don't You Cry,
Don't Slit Your Skin,
Don't Say Goodbye,
Put Down That Blade,
Put Down That Light,
I Know It's Hard,
But You'll Win This Fight..