only ever

I longed to paint my ceiling with ashes.

unbridled crimson stars and blue. maybe

staring into the heavens at night would rob me

of the tears that bubbled in my chest, and

the darkness behind my eyes. so fuck you if

you think my tears are for you because

you're right. I can still feel your teeth on my neck,

pressing against my eyelids and chest. Your

pulse down my throat, the stars in your eyes

carbonation in my lungs.

you've made me feel when I refused to be

fucked and fucked over again.

i only ever wanted to love and to lie. to light

matches against my skin

 
This poem is about: 
Me

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