Wilt my lungs
I’ll breathe in bitter bloom
And fill my chest with concrete tombs

At twenty one I exhaled tar
And covered my birthday cake

Ribs for the skyline
This city built a church round my heart
Before some gutter punks spray painted the side of the stained glass
With the suicide rates of middle-class citizens

Nothing has been the same since

When I was young
I was raised on Disney
And taught that my bones were living things

At thirteen years old
I nestled a heart within the clouds and smoke of my chest
It suffocated to death

I’ve never broken a bone
But I’ve trailed plenty of marrow

Losing myself in the messages,
trying to make up for every time i felt unwanted by letting this 23 year old i met at a party a year and a half ago bury himself inside of me, because someone finally wants me.
He craves my touch the way i crave yours.
The only difference is that i love you and the only reason he cares is because he isn't getting enough from his girlfriend.
So why not?
*Unfulfillment leads to ***.