if only
our tongues
were made
of glass
how much
more careful
we would be
when we speak
***
my eyes have black rings around them
from fighting off sleep.
My smile is fake
from fighting off depression
My skin is scarred
from fighting off myself.
I think about suicide
because that mean
I don't have to fight anymore
***
you're going to discover that conversations
are best are for a.m. The heavier the
eyelids, the sincerer the words.
***
