honey hearts

sometimes i sit on the edge of my window tears slowly dripping like honey onto the soft sad grass below it burns my eyes and cools the blades sitting in the drawer waiting to be used i dont want to fall i dont think so, at least i think i would fall funny the blood would rise in my mouth sweaty and sticky and full of incomplete stuffing my tongue with copper but my eyes would stay clear sterile lights would flash and a tear would leak out slowly and drip onto the rough blanket i dont want the window to break but i dont control what it does i dont want to be pushed either but i dont control who stands behind me its fucked and im fucked but at least the honeydew drops drip onto my heart one by one it hurts, the windowsill but sometimes its all i can handle