heartbreak hotel [reopened]

12:01

Squashed. Splattered.

Im oh so empty-
the tender fingers of love
wrap around my throat
robbing me of air.

I'm thriving.
Euphoria has never left
it ruptures my veins
like a stampede
the idea of dying versus
the idea of living to turn into the villain facinates the demons that feast on my morals.

Dear, you don't affect me.
The boring, words that carve into your throat
until it's hoarse don't have hold.
The wounds you gave-

idely stabbing the rusty metal into my back are stitched with knittles.

Spite has held me in it's grasp
wrapping it's arms
around my frail mind
as you had plucked me raw.
Spite had me choking-

begging to surrender

before I even noticed
the sticks and stones you threw.
Spite is how I live.
He's the one that clouds
my brain and taints it.
Spite has done much worse than you ever have dear.
But because of you I hide in it's embrace

And I hate that.