i want to call you sweetie
i don't know i ever will,
because you're always just
curling up like cat smoke,
concentric in the
cavity of your chest;
a heart
you're a nail through
my thumb, but it's okay because
blood is exciting and it
makes me want to kiss you a little bit
and sometimes it reminds me how
i hate the way i
love you to pieces,
i mean really i just want to
love you to whole
i'm sorry
i'm still throwing my head back
but i'm sorry
you can watch the line of my neck
in slow motion if you want, and
i think i'm still screaming like
the night i caught my suit of skin on fire
i'll cut you open
on my bedroom floor
and it's not like i'm
weird, i've always thought
you were most beautiful
on the inside is all,
i want to see the
full repertoire of
that beauty,
loud and in
color and
puddling
on my
floor.
