your love fills me with ease,
especially when you call me eve
but with my heart packed with grief,
self harm and trauma on its sleeves
i find it difficult to believe,
this space is all you need
something is telling me
i'll lose you the next time i breathe
balancing is hard on this rocky beneath
even more so when i think of you leave
i don't want to burden your cheek
so maybe i'll drink some bleach
possibly make my wrists bleed
anything to make the thoughts seize
