when do i get to the part where the light glows golden, the part where i stumble into your arms. right now it’s all broken glass and grit in my mouth, frigid fingers clawing at the concrete and blood. so much blood.
you dig your teeth into me, rip and tear, but tell me my blood is so sweet in your mouth and I like to think that that’s what I’m good for, being sweet..
your fingertips cool and sliding down my wrist, the pool of a street light and the way we held hands like scared children, like we knew, any moment, one of us would disappear
i am a thing with hollow eyes and too many teeth, crowded close and crooked in my mouth. Maybe that’s why my words always come out a little slurred. Maybe that’s why you failed to understand
I convince myself that I don’t miss you. I don’t even remember the silk of your voice, the way it softened when you said my name. I just miss not being alone, that’s all.
i hate that i want to be desired. i wanted to reject it, convince myself i’m better off without it. but i want to be wanted. to be thought of in the quiet of the night, and in the cacophony of the world. i want someone to look at me and fucking see me
i can’t seem to romanticize things anymore. i don’t want this constant dread of reality, I want movie scene hues and soundtracks, and see beautiful things in slow motion. i want stupid inner monologues and falling in love at first sight. i just don’t know where to look.
you met me, and told me I was easy to love, and I tossed my head back with reckless abandon, laughed even as I took both your hands. oh honey, nothing about loving me will ever be easy.
maybe i lash out when i’m hurting, but what else would you expect from a cornered animal? how can you expect dignity from a thing that you’ve taught, over and over, to anticipate pain. the instinct to hurt is a raw, primitive buzz in the back of my skull when i see your name.
the times i am honest with others are rare, but when I am I peel off my skin and say “look at me, this is me hurting. i’m in pain, where do I put all of this down?” and then the world shrinks back and says “we are all in pain. hold it.”