singagainsoon

i am notorious for picking apart my wounds, my carefully-concealed, ripped-open wounds. our lips touch and our knees touch and you sleep with your head resting against mine. you tied our hearts together with gardening twine, started cultivating a garden in the cracks in my exterior and i am rubbing salt into them, filling them with the sting of vodka, dressing them with battery acid

i am notorious for picking apart my wounds, my carefully-concealed, ripped-open wounds. our lips touch and our knees touch and you sleep with your head resting against mine. you tied our hearts together with gardening twine, started cultivating a garden in the cracks in my exterior and i am rubbing salt into them, filling them with the sting of vodka, dressing them with battery acid

i feel her heart against mine still, fluttering wildly against my collarbone in the pale dressings of morning just past the blinds i hear her speaking, soft and secret all these little things we do and how the time just ticks and ticks another breakfast, then its thursday, then we're sinking in the harbor wrapped in waning adolescence then its monday then its breakfast and we're kissing, touching, breathing falling gently into tuesday floating through the evenings, slipping right past wednesday like the water through our fingers then its thursday and we're leaving homeward bound and steeped in silence - loving silence, gentle silence how o

i could make you stay, i know i very well could do that you would never leave my side should i let the truth slip somehow i could build you a prison with kisses a tomb with loving touches i could chain you to the bottom of the sea with whispered declarations of complete adoration and let you drown in my affection but i would never forgive myself

I fell in love with a lost boy Once When I was too young to know better But old enough to think I did. He laced stars through my hair and Told me stories, Fought off my nightmares with cardboard swords and said pleasewendydontgo I woke up one morning To the suffocating sound of silence And a letter on the edge of the bed i love you wendy i'm sorry i had to go I gnawed at my fingers anxiously I felt myself grow so much older I was fixing the bed and setting A place at the table for him still-- A force of hollow habit-- When I got a solemn letter from a solemn visitor at the door With years of sadness etched into His life-weary face

i want to walk away i want to leave this place behind tonight we ride i want to call out to your leaving form and grab around your wrist i want to pull you back and keep you safe from all of this tonight we ride i want to feel the space between your fingers and your heart against my forehead feel the chilly solemn air against your skin and never part tonight we ride i want to hide your bags and tear your tickets leave the pieces on the floor and sit and cry with you till morning and you don't want to go anymore tonight we ride i want to tell you that i love you press a kiss against your lips but you're too tall and im too anxious, lov

i. you in the bedroom, you sprawled artistic on the floor, you nested in the hollow of my heart, home built from the foundation up, sticks and twigs and veins, pulled wires. ii. "were you with anyone?" on a tuesday afternoon. of course not, i tell him, and his bones deflate as relief fills the room. i only have made room in my life for you, i think, but i think and think and think and let the words linger on my tongue like a melt-in-my-mouth mint. they pass with the moment, with the sun. iii. we only let ourselves fold open, dog-eared pages of favorite books, when we are together. your fingers twisted in mine should have played guitar, sho

they said i was shouting again, roaming the halls in search of someone who doesn't exist. i can't believe a word they say; they were never right before, but how they insist. all i can do is have a drink for now and pretend to sleep some more. i'll rise again tomorrow, find my sheets thrown on the floor. they don't know what i was seeing and maybe neither do i. but dear i know i heard you screaming and i swear i saw you die.