FIFTEEN
12.11.2016
my forgiveness is like hungry animals,
a kick to the gut later, it'll still come running
to lick the bone between your fingertips.
i am soft-spots right through the bones.
my heart is cotton, no barriers, no restrain of self. soft.
i am weak every day.
think about you every time i close my eyes,
i am weak in the blood and i hate myself. so much.
you. you. you, inside my head, you stitched into my skin.
everything i've ever wanted,
slipping from between my fingertips.
this is my confession, i'd come running back.
even with everything wrong, even with your devastating words
running through my head.
i'd come running back even if you say you want me and let me know that you are lying.
every day, every fucking day, got your number on speed dial,
phone in my hands, got long words written out for you,
small, small things too, 'i want you'.
i am weak now,
the day you hear from me,
i'll be weakest.
my forgiveness is like hungry animals,
a kick to the gut later, it'll still come running
to lick the bone between your fingertips.
i am soft-spots right through the bones.
my heart is cotton, no barriers, no restrain of self. soft.
i am weak every day.
think about you every time i close my eyes,
i am weak in the blood and i hate myself. so much.
you. you. you, inside my head, you stitched into my skin.
everything i've ever wanted,
slipping from between my fingertips.
this is my confession, i'd come running back.
even with everything wrong, even with your devastating words
running through my head.
i'd come running back even if you say you want me and let me know that you are lying.
every day, every fucking day, got your number on speed dial,
phone in my hands, got long words written out for you,
small, small things too, 'i want you'.
i am weak now,
the day you hear from me,
i'll be weakest.