cold toes and ripped jeans,
scalding tea and fake smiles,
too dangerous to love.
worse than you think,
faded scars on hips and wrists,
ragged combat boots held together by duct tape.
coffee breath in the morning,
chattering teeth in the afternoon,
a headache in the evening.
in love with being in love,
too afraid to live properly,
draped in the color black.
more than I can handle,
shining brighter than I thought,
waiting for the world to end.
twisted, broken, and desperate,
shattered glass on a tile floor,
blood stains on old sheets.
an art form gone awry,
burnt and discarded matches,
broken hearted and hopeful.
glassy and bloodshot eyes,
***** coffee mugs sitting in the sink.
a skipping CD,
a restless night’s sleep,
shadows under eyes that look more like bruises.
wholly and entirely me,
wrapped in flannel and denim and crystals,
something no one else can replicate.
i'm just myself