Id do it all over again
Id do it all over again
I hurt so deeply
And you were afraid of drowning
I can’t blame you for this
I’ve been floating in it since I was 12
The hurt feels like home now
You can’t run every time the water hits the shore
All I needed was a lifeguard
And you disappeared
I’m sorry I tried to kill myself in your bed.
But I felt so alive there it frightened me.
I didn’t love him.
But he loved the parts of me I couldn’t stand.
So we played house
Until I burt it to the ground.
Lipstick stained cigarettes and old bookshops will remind you of me even if you can’t remember what you’re remembering.
It all feels the same
He gently stokes the skin along my neck.
He does it in a way that was never meant to be erotic
but rather like a father trying to sooth his child to sleep.
He kisses the top of my head to remind me once again that he is here.
That I am here.
It’s easy to forget every now and then.
I press my head deeper upon his chest.
Here things seem slow and calm and real.
He moves his face toward mine and grazes his lips upon my forehead.
Then my cheek,
and pauses at my lips.
He glides his finger over my mouth and I pout so we’re closer.
Sometimes skin to skin still doesn’t feel like enough.
His lips meet mine and they dance slowly,
In a way I didn’t think it was possible for me to move.
He tastes of the wine we had just finished
but I guess I was still craving it.
The back of his hand feels like my father finally coming home
Your positive ideology with suicide is clouding you, he said.
But when looked at my bleeding arm in the bathtub the night before it was the first time my head felt clear in months.
Your positive ideology with suicide is toxic, he said.
But the toxicity was in my mind long before the suicidal thoughts, you see.
What else could have driven me to take line after line after line from her shaking key.
What else could have caused me to claw and love every man who resembled my father.
What else could have driven me to just stop going to school.
The toxins where what drove me to suicide. Suicide did not drive the toxins.
You keep me keen
You seem to adore me
Even with all you’ve seen
My jumping jellybean.
Don’t say you’re parting
Only in dreams do I have someone like you
You would leave me starving
My dearest darling.
I know I’ve fucked up
But I’m dying you see
This is merely a hiccough
My beautiful buttercup.
I know you have another
But she’ll never hold you
Like I under the cover
My lone lover.
You are now something I fear
How stupid of me
To think you’d shed even a single tear.
My damnedest dear.