(no subject)
The blood was dry, it was sober;
the feeling of audible cracks.
And I could tell it was over,
from the curtains that hung from your neck.
And I realized that then you were perfect,
with my teeth ripping out of my head.
And it looked like a painting I once knew
back when my thoughts weren't entirely intact
To pray for what I thought were angels
Ended up being ambulances.