𝘞 𝘏 𝘌 𝘕 𝘙 𝘈 𝘐 𝘕 𝘍 𝘈 𝘓 𝘓 𝘚

lovelovelove.

your blood is in my veins
like the birds are in the skies.
you kiss me goodnight on my forehead,
my hair is matted to it,
like you didn't stand in the yellow light of the hallway
and watch the monsters under my bed
eat me alive.
your blood is in my veins
like the birds are in the skies.
a mother,
i know,
who loves her children.
a mother,
i know,
who loves her children.
every single one of them
but me.
a mother,
i know,
who loves her children
and how great they were in her head and how bad they sound
on paper.
your blood is in my veins
like the birds are in the skies.
blood,
blood,
blood.
my tooth flies to the floor.
you scoop it up.
you mop up the blood.
my tooth flies through the air.
you catch it.
you mop up the blood.
at bedtime i hide in the bathroom
from the monsters under my bed.
the bath is running.
you are soaked in water.
it drips down your nose and hangs to the
bottom of your lips.
you smile. it falls.
"why aren't you asleep yet?"
"my blood is in your veins."

— lovelovelove.