QUIET.

where the wild things are

even when my bones

fall apart

and my blood painted

the walls,

the glass cuts open

my wounds,

my skin is splosh with

black and blues;

you'll tell me

"please don't go, i love you

so"

and i'm lying on the

floor,

my eyes seeing

white,

my lips tastes like

metal,

but your hands draw

circles around

and

i'll stay.

because you love me

so.