Dafy-Pk

The words are struggling to tumble off my tongue, and despite having a fleshy cushion to rest on, they stain my teeth and sting like acid "I'm sorry," I stutter, but the bitter taste doesn't leave my tongue- not because the words weren't true, but because I know I won't hear, "me too."

I'm so afraid of losing people that I attach myself like a leech and now I'm stuck here sucking life out of everyone I try to reach.

She was the type to cut her wrists, and then swallow the razor blade, because looking at what she'd done was even harder to digest but I want to tell her to let the emotions s      l    p  i    l out of her mouth, instead of her skin, and that I'll gladly let the words slice me, if it means it'll save her wrists.

3am. it seems nighttime has never looked this dark (or maybe my emotions are just blurring my perception) squinty eyes turn to my alarm clock: a lighthouse in the roaring black sea delirium fades, as the dream s l o w l y comes back How can I miss someone who wasn't even mine?

Pity those who throw knives at your back, for you've developed steel armor, and they're left with porcelain skin, and broken knives.

, but he killed me. _ i. first light- i met you in a crimson forest.   it was a rose garden summer, and out of a black mercedes   you walked out, your five year old eyes greener than sunlit saplings you reached up to pluck a rose from its stem, and offered it to me. "what's your name?" daddy told me that i couldn't tell strangers my real name. I looked at the rose in my hand. "Rose." you smiled, you were a seastorm of now long-gone innocence. i didn't understand                          but I knew. ii. i forgot about you for    1562 days, 11 hours, and 22 minutes, you shouted my name, but i didn't recognize you until i saw your

Her small, anxious hands grabbed the cup, a bit too large as it slipped down and tumbled to the ground, the milky mess covering the carpet: her mother let out a disapproving sigh and rolled her eyes, “Will you ever do anything right?” and that’s when she began to limit her aspirations, so that her dreams would never be too large, so she’d never make any mistakes she’d never again drop the cup, but she’d never have enough to drink.

she knew he was a grave, but she buried herself in him anyway.