sheets pressed against my skin
like the air was so heavy
my breath let it move
in dark swirls of black smoke

feelin my ribs
and my hips
with these cold hands
and then I'd want
to shiver again
where the skin's so thin
the cold soaks in:
  I'm white.

  and I wish
  you'd be the only thing
  I'd feel
  tonight.

The ineffable satisfaction
To say it's all my fault

The sad joy I sense
Dreaming about my vault

I feel so full of thoughts
I let only a few in

If I'm willing to comfort others
I can't appreciate me, myself, my own skin.