I am nothing but a carcass, Gorgeously corroding, A mind that slowly decays over time And flesh that mimicks my insides. And within a couple short centuries I will be nothing but dust, memories, And a cracked headstone.
I want to break into your liquor cabinet And write my name on the bottoms of all the bottles So you can be reminded Of why you're drinking in the first place.
When the world asks for a quiet place to sleep I will tell it to travel to the time when I realized You weren't coming back And have it watch as I spit out all these broken silences And call it poetry.
When you broke The paramedics couldn't tell the difference Between my hands And the shattered glass I was clutching, Because the rainbow shards That made up my heart blended with yours And they laughed at us for being foolish enough To think that letting the light shine through Our impure glass hearts Was a good idea.