you walk on my collarbones.
hard. yet so effortlessly.
as your sole pressed against my soul
i grew weary
climbing upon my mountains of despair
rain full of tears, dirt in my hair
from the times i've laid
lived
on gravel
feeling like the place for me was to live between heaven and hell
on my shoulder you sit
screaming softly words i wouldn't want to hear
as voids wrapped up carelessly in sweet remedies
i cry
as the statements swirl around and around in my mind until they fly
through my ears into my mind
and they sit unfolding themselves on top of my brain and i don't mind
as long as it tells me what i want to hear every time
