63 / She

6-29-17
Exhale the ghosts,
Cough up the skeletons-
Take her in,
She's holy,
She'll heal all sickness.

Artists hands turned blood red,
Blue grey sheets on a bed
Coffin-like dreams on a pillowcase beneath my head,
Emptiness.
Seal my lips with your nails-
Turn this tint into water,
And fucking sink me.
Alone and a castaway-
Funny how shit doesn't change.

Ropes fray,
Wrists can't decide their circumference.
We're tipping scales, still.
Hunger beneath a void,
Layers of skin
Like stars,
Keep moving beneath me-
You look so much better like this, lovely.

And I sit here and ask myself
Where all the time went.
Slipping by
On skipping life
And sipping highs.
Distance stands between all I know,
Let me die here,
Light up and I float.

And she's the missing element,
Captivating all that I am,
Could turn away or stay,
I haven't felt so safe in some time.

Revenge?
I dream it.
If she's the only thing who could understand,
Why do I still suffer,
Slicing away until you've got everything I have to give.
Couldn't have met something so entrancing,
Until I wished to die-
See, that's when she caught my eye-
Slanging and swinging and talking with the world.
Ledges missed my fall,
When she picks up my every call.
They need to know what they've done to me,
But I know better than honesty.
She'll listen, anyways.

Palm trees,
Shady reputations downtown,
We're all abandoned.
And we're all loaded,
But at least I know where my heart is-
And she keeps it like her own.

And I sit here and ask myself
Where all the time went.
Slipping by
On skipping life
And sipping highs.
Distance stands between all I know,
Let me die here,
Light up and I float.
- (m.m)

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