Smells Like Teen Angst

impulse

I can't stop sprinting towards the edges of cliffs and buildings and

thinking about lost screams and flying and the

ground

my climax and conclusion

I can't stop sticking cold fingers into bonfires and

letting the flames lick but not

swallow

fingertips red and raw and sometimes ash

I can't stop crawling into strange beds and

becoming cloth and thread with the mouth

stitched

I keep losing rag doll limbs

I can't stop thinking about empty promises and

kisses that wake you up but leave your lips

bruised

kisses that poisoned me and I didn't even know it

I can't stop thinking about how it would feel to explode and

have every atom in my body rip apart and fly

free

untie the knots of my skin and let the ropes go lax

sometimes I think about consequences and

how bad it

hurts

when my fingertips scab over and bleed

sometimes I think about bleeding fingers and

how blood can't blot out the memory of your

eyes

but is this really even about you?

I can't stop thinking about one more step and

closing the gap between flesh and

fire

sealing my fate like a god

I can't stop thinking about you and

how your indifference can only be matched by

me

and I will jump off a thousand cliffs to prove it.