Drunken truths rush through my veins as I struggle to hold back my deepest secrets from escaping my mouth, but I love you.

- F.T

I have sticky skin
it's too humid outside and
looking through the bathroom mirror
into myself I think my
veins are sticky too
and maybe the blood in them
is too
I'm not sure
does moving blood make
your heart rate faster

all you people
u r losing it mummies frick the mummies
spinning in circles in Beatles boots
     C     I
S            R
E      L    C
of throbbing pulses
brand new birthmarks on
necks of people
why so empty
vacillating back and forth like miniature
seconds seconds of time
time like
breath marks in a piece of music
BREATHE beFore YoU dIe and it is over
the 'it' has yet to find a definition
this is a rhetorical question
why did you leave?

for lacy clothes under cotton
pants bought somewhere on the beach
in MuMbAi covering
a gentle sloping navel
u ppl
feeling nothing
like a rubber band snapped
on a leg covered in jeans
snapping a rubber band against my wrist
until it is red

feeling things
lips are stained with coffee
and my teeth taste sour
of caffeine
this is the song of the
Lost oNe

my arteries burn less now and
breathing without
laying backwards on the carpet
comes easily
lOsT OnE hasn't changed
but I
have

Blood is flowing through my veins
My dress is full of red wine stains
and I am feeling much in pain
Because I lost you

The world is spinning very fast
From the future to the past
I´m wishing the memories would last
Because I lost you

I hear music start to play
Please don't play that song today
It fills me with dismay
Because I lost you

Pieces all over the floors
Both from my heart and from yours
Tried but couldn't find the source
Because I lost you

Now I guess we'll never know
You held on and then let go
Tears are starting to flow
Because I lost you

Make this sadness go away
but it never will after today
You helped me find my way
and now I´ve lost you..

You're in my veins and the only way to get you out is to bleed out until I'm nothing.
*but I'm already close to being nothing

people really should stop building homes out of bones. when all you're left with are tears and blood, and your memories slowly seep into your veins until you can't bear to think of them at all unless it means ripping apart yourself, that's when you know that not enough humans in this world realize that their words are knives that penetrate your spines and shatter your skulls and your head can't hold any of the dark anymore and you'll shut your eyes tight hoping you'll wake up and it'll all be gone but it won't, it won't and you'll feel the familiar pangs of remorse through the spaces between your fingers and the tips of your hair and it will ache everywhere and that's when you'll need you the most because face it, nobody is going to hold you up better than yourself and it's high time you realized that.