I've written a lot lately.
The scent of your hair is gone because my nose is bleeding
My fingers fell off, they can’t live without your feel
Yours is the scar I never want to heal
If you ever need to talk, just whisper in my ear
I left it on your nightstand, so I’m always there to hear
It’s hard to say I love you when my lips are retreating
Home is where the heart is, so can you hear mine beating?
Get me to a colony, to be with my kind
Keep your distance from me. Out of sight, out of mind
We deciphered how the other's mouth felt
Through the forest by your home, the underbrush and loam
I remember what you said as you undid my belt
"Devour my heart I don't need it now
I won't ever need it again
With the stars safe above, please peel back my love
Grasp at my soul and show me my sin"
Yesterday you were mine and I was yours.
You selected me from a pile of my peers and I mocked their loneliness, for I had found happiness.
My ink like scars forever marred on my surface. You understood their stories so well.
Your fingers run along my edges, holding me softly yet firm as you turn the pages of my soul.
In those moments I am the most content I've ever been.
But you left me there, on that same park bench, as you went along your way.
Others pick me up, try to comprehend and hold me like you did.
Alas they all fall short as I get more and more torn the further from you I am.
Rolled up and lonely, on our park bench, caressing myself to sleep.
It starts to rain and I bleed to death, all while thinking of you.