a word never truly ends
scrawled upon a piece of paper
the ink sinking inside
demanding a million more words to follow

lie in bed
strike a match
watch it burn
feel the flame devour my skin
blow it out
watch the smoke run free of pain
drop it in a jar
repeat

for whatever reason
i cannot move
i cannot breathe
i cannot think
for whatever reason
i am paralyzed
by the lack of movement
in my chest
for whatever reason
i am asphyxiated
by the lack of air
in my lungs
for whatever reason
i am disoriented
by the plethora of voices
in my head

i cried on the first day of summer
for no apparent reason.
the idea of this is troubling
because summer is my happiest season.

you told me
every way you loved me
with every kiss
with every word
with every touch
exaggerating every act
in every way
you told me
i was beautiful
like a poem written
on a summer afternoon
with curly q's
and heart dotted i's
you told me i was beautiful
to which was my demise

i adore you
and you adorn me
the way you say my name
makes it harder to breathe
the way you drag your fingers
up and down my skin
makes it feel more beautiful
something like porcelain

which is fragile as hell