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By Eliza Weisberg | Aug. 14, 2017i want to hollow out the broken shards of myself that lurk behind my skin you scraped the insides of me with your dirty fingernails and then blamed me for bleeding.
i want to hollow out the broken shards of myself that lurk behind my skin you scraped the insides of me with your dirty fingernails and then blamed me for bleeding.
i like the ocean because of its rhythms there’s something about the tide that is comforting.
The thing is- a really awful thing happened, but listening to the way air moves through your lungs as I lay on your chest makes everything still for a moment. I would rather listen to the blood move through your veins than do most things. My time is yours even when it’s not. -maybe that’s tragedy; I don’t know. Maybe it’s tragedy to think that I don’t want to think about what happened; but I do want to remember your lips. And the way they felt on mine before they were bruised.
Your lips were the color of lilacs when you told me we met in the summer I dont remember when you said we fell in love -those were the next lyrics in the song But i pretended that you said right away Now i cant look at lilacs anymore Because all i see is your lips
That’s all she wrote I’m looking at you and thinking about how the pen That pen there That you have in your mouth Will be wet Now From the moisture on your tongue And that pen That pen right there Will also be hot With each Heavy breath that you exhale And that pen Yeah baby that Wet Pen you have in your mouth Right There- Will have bite marks on it Where you’ve clenched your jaw and bitten down With each crescendo of your lungs As air touches your wet lips And your eyes blink like forbidden fruit -- ughh honey your mouth could write the sweetest poetry That pen That pen there Signs my life away
when i kissed a boy with your same name: 1. cigarettes hung on my clothes and the scent of lilacs lingered in my pores 2. deception on my lips but I can still remember the blood on your hands 3. your fingernails raked across the surface of my brain and my mind screamed a chorus of no’s 4. we warmed each other with our bodies but your name still feels like ice on my tongue
There’s no place like home And I can’t click my heels together anymore so I’ll lock the door on my way out Watching the sky turn color still makes me melt The smell of your hair reminds me of coffee in the morning Theres no place like home The windows of your mind have bars now And you don’t let the wind blow through the house I’ll lock the door on my way out I remember when your eyes still reflected in mine But you le(f)t the sun set too early Theres no place like home “Leaving your light on is like throwing money down the drain.” - I watched you tear the spark from the wall I’ll lock the door on my way out The house is cold now And the lightbulbs are shattered There’s no place like home I promise I’ll lock the door on my way out