“Care For Me, I Am Your Wounds”
The view from my pillow to the floor, the scenic route from there to the sink, elbows to porcelain, the long way around avoiding the mirror like wishes
Who are we in our dreams that makes us not think twice, why when we sleep do we never cry? I should hope to be that person someday, because sorry is never enough.
The lamp post outside is the only light but I’ll never leave the doorstep, I’m too scared I’d cross back over not as tall,
You can always use tears to wash it down because glass breaks and I’ve had enough of that,
Just push it away from raw skin if it hurts and remember to roll down your sleeves,
Trade expectations for nostalgia, you can fix your face but keep your jealousy to run on.
-I’m okay, I’m prepared to swear.