just a fallen angel here giving love

and you are watching from the sidelines like your hands aren’t painted with blood,

teach me what it’s like to tear a chest open and hold someone else’s beating heart,

because for some reason I’ve only ever gotten close enough

to scrape against skin that fights back with every touch

without leaving any marks behind.

I am chapped lips and cracked knuckles and tear stains,

and you are scars on the inside of my thigh.

teach me what it’s like to linger even after I’m gone.

teach me what it’s like to be something more

than just

and loves to touch things that he shouldn’t.

you are a disaster hiding behind paper skin,

and you are entirely in love with him.

you will drop parts of yourself between his lips

and watch him swallow you whole.

you will find cigarette burns where his fingers held you

and he will call them beautiful.

and you will wake up one morning and touch your chest

and it will be empty.

he will chew your heart right out of you

and call it

Like my presence annoys others, like I don’t quite fit into place

I’m either too loud or to soft

or I don’t talk enough or I talk to much

No matter what I do I can’t seem to please you it gets so exhausting trying to be Something for everybody, I just want to be me

But I’m stretched too thin and I work to much

I just keep giving away parts of myself