Temptation
The thought of
No
The action of relapse into solitude and bones

I was distracted by your tongue
And his
And his
And his
And hers

But when there's no one to trust, and no one to make me forget where we really are and who we once were

I fall back into the thin arms of that friend
Ever present
Unforgiving
The cause for hope

"I'm going to ******* one last time"

Then will be the last time that hands will run down my hips and in between my thighs

Because after that my legs will disappear

And so will I

It's ok press down hard

Press down hard for all the nights spent screaming into branches

Press down hard for all the ghosts that follow me from finger tips

Press down hard for the blood in my shoes

Press down hard for the smell of his hair and the scar on his brow

And press down hard for his death

And for mine

hurt me
hurt me
hurt me
hurt me

My head was by his knees for an hour yesterday

And with my eyes closed and mouth open I felt him slip his hands in between my fingers

Is that what you meant when you asked if he touched me

Dear No one,
Thinking about you makes me really sick, and even as I'm writing this, though I couldn't eat anything today, I'm having trouble composing myself.

Your best friend messaged me again. So did she. I know at one point that would have made you angry, but I hope now you just use that information to know where you stand among your surroundings. Keep yourself safe. Or don't.

I took drugs last night and told you that you were a liar, and you told me my hair looked nice, and that you wanted to touch it, and I believed you.

So if I can believe that then I should be able to believe you when you tell me "it's me not you", but who would

And what's so sad is that you don't know anything about me. You don't know any books I've read, my favorite flowers, what my parents were like when I was little, how I felt about my mother, or myself, or you.
So you don't know that I sat down. I got comfortable. I kissed you of my own accord and allowed myself to think of you often in the most innocent ways. Think of you writing songs, or sleeping. No longer did thoughts of you ******* her and forgetting me plague my mind.

And then you told me you were scared of commitment.
And then I promised myself that you were nothing, and no one, and that I did not feel for you.

I did not feel for you.

I did not feel for you.

You are no one and I did not feel for you.

(But if you're no one, then what am I)

I know I shouldn't, but I hope I scarred you, and I hope you think of me often.

I hope you miss me when someone smokes a black, or crosses their eyes.

I can feel the ants all over me again
And I hate it when you tell me
You love me
And I love it when you tell me
You love me

You don't know anything

But if you continue to say things like that you will

And then you can go away

And I can evaporate like the water you didn't know I hated

You're a spring garden with a heart that was covered in tar at age 5.
You're the perfect definition of an ******, you're my little deaths.
I love how your hair smells after you haven't washed it and I love how you always wrap yourself up (in blankets or just your own little arms.)



you don't have to respond with anything sweet or anything. I've just been thinking about how grateful I am to have such a beautiful glowing angel in my life.

You said you loved me
More than the sun and the stars
But how much can you really love a
Burning light

I didn't care anyway

I'm nothing like stars