Some nights it feels like my heart will beat its way out of my chest
Not in a beautiful way, just like ripping cobwebs from the corner of my bedroom, trying to make space for something better
maybe something beautiful

Some nights I do not believe I need this heart at all
It is just a fragile ****** thing, like you
maybe like me
and maybe I'd be better rid of it

Some nights I sit and count the times my jaw clenches while I trace bone pressed against your soft skin
I'm trying to listen to the way your heart is comfortable in her gentle rhythm
but I get distracted wondering if she is as lovely as you and that's why you let her stay

Some nights you reach for me, and it is everything I am not to rattle you awake, wrap you in these frail arms, and press you so tightly to me that this fragile ****** heart has no where else to go
left beating down cobwebs from the corners and crawling into my throat trying to scream, trying to be heard, trying to love you

my body aches
i miss my dead mom and my dope man just called so i bet you know what that means

i sleep on a mattress on the floor and my ex girlfriend used to think it was sweet
or romantic
or she just liked me so much she thought everything i did was cute

until i started falling out in public bathrooms
because then she just left me on the floor to die

i guess if i loved sleeping on the ******* floor so much i ought to just ******* stay there
right?

i'm sure you're sick of cracking ribs and kissing air into a hollow chest anyway

she use to think needles were **** and her lips always tasted like she had had a few too many

of what? i never quite figured it out

but i can still feel her skin under my fingertips
and my pillowcase still smells like you and this bed is too big for just one person and i want so badly to beg you to come back