Make a list of all the things in your house that can kill you.
Have you ever had someone tell you they love youand then tell you it was a lie?
Abandonment seems to be the necessary process for existance.
For every horror I tell you, slipped into conversation with a laugh and an uneven heartbeat
Theres three i don't
The secrets that live in my skin are sharp to touch and you dont care to.
They bury themselves in my neck and whisper of their unbreakable ties to me
Just like you
Just like you.
How we ran through the city streets
chasing smoke through the peaks and valleys of a sheet of tinfoil
How the blood that trickled from my nostrils to my lips
made me look like Marilyn Monroe
I have forced myself to purge the whispers, the secrets
But the scars on the first two fingers of my right hand assure me I cannot be without
but so does your shirt, your skin
Love is not choice
But pain is not a choice
A house full of choices.