I longed to paint my ceiling with ashes.
unbridled crimson stars and blue. maybe
staring into the heavens at night would rob me
of the tears that bubbled in my chest, and
the darkness behind my eyes. so fuck you if
you think my tears are for you because
you're right. I can still feel your teeth on my neck,
pressing against my eyelids and chest. Your
pulse down my throat, the stars in your eyes
carbonation in my lungs.
you've made me feel when I refused to be
fucked and fucked over again.
i only ever wanted to love and to lie. to light
matches against my skin