i have a friend named Gatlina.
she has music in her head
and love in her heart
and she laughs like she rides the wind,
but she loses herself whenever she wakes up
and i'm no longer in bed.
she has bullets behind her teeth
that stain her tongue dark, dark black
and she has thick brown eyes that
reflect the emotion she lacks,
and her fingertips are sharp when they meet my skin
and tell me things that she can't take back.
her tongue is made of softness
when she tangles it with mine,
but it becomes full of rough edges
when she loses her mind
and forgets where she is
and forgets that she's fine.
her words only sting
when she throws them at me,
like she is a rock and i am a tree
and she is on top and i'm underneath
and it's her last line of defense
'cause she's weaker than me.
her hands like to shake
when the dreams pull her down
and poison her mind 'til she's thrashing around
and fighting the fear that's a part of her now
'cause she can't make it leave
'cause she doesn't know how.
she is not her broken pieces, but her mind won't let her see.
i have a friend named Gatlina
and i'm trying to help her live,
but my words never work
and she can't find my eyes
and she only responds to my kiss.
so i don't know what to do with Gatlina
'cause i don't want to leave her behind,
but maybe we'll both sit with cracks in our brains
and i'll distract her with the unbroken skin of my thighs,
and she'll forget that she's broken and i can't be her glue
and i'll be the only thing on her mind.
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