Hearts should be locked… incase of theft
have new words
remains in shards.
There’s always something wrong with caring too much…
with a burst against the silence.
in a cloud of dull
and someone else’s perfume wafts in
-your scent –
That fills me with the suffocating numbness
I close my eyes and try to rid myself of something that isn’t even here
She collect storms in a honey jar,
The honey would kill him
But the storm would destroy her
Examining the shards that splintered, hoping to see where it broke.
It always cuts the same,
the crimson leasions on the wrists of reality.
I woke from a dream
of stroking your chubby little legs
as you lay cradled in my arms…
and the world came unhinged again