Take my name from your lips
As I have done yours.
No more will I allow your words, bitter and grating
To tear my skin and reach my bones
No longer will I lay crumpled
As though my body is pierced and my soul pouring
like blood from a slaughtered lamb.
No longer will your actions yield response.
I am done.

what do you call
that feeling
when youre cold and you go outside into the warm sun?
when you finally lay in bed after a long day?
when you hear an old song and you still remember all the words?

i go back to the day when i felt like it would be my last
when i thought i would stop breathing
until you dragged me out of the ocean-
coughing out what was left
of my heart
cut up little ****** pieces
mangled by a love i thought i deserved
and ridiculously,
i felt hope
it was the first time i realized
that the waves weren't such a bad thing
and if i went with them
i would get to a place better than where they took me from

you are my warm sun
you are my bed
you are the song stuck in my head

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