i open my body
and place love and hate
inside its cavities.
for years,
i watch them battle like blood cells
for my organs
but none of them want my heart.
i walk on the lines of roads in small neighbourhoods—
turn hills into mountains
and people to stone
sculptures
with calloused hands
sculpted carefully
a detailed composition like music so full of heartbreak
it's difficult to listen to
i lay, sinking into my bed
the arch of my back lit by the moonlight
and my eyes travel from glints of light
to the absence of it
maybe things were meant to be this way
red and white sucking the life from my body
but never taking the bad things
maybe things were meant to be this way
but i am tired of fighting
