the lonely little spider
that lives between the frames
of the two doors in the corner
the lonely little wires
that live inside your heart
waiting for just one spark
the wiry hairs from my head
that live underneath your hat
golden blonde juxtaposing black
and like the spider,
my hairs follow you home
find their way between the cracks
and you find them on your pillow
and the wires feel less lonely
with a fire starter on hand
and i will live on your nightstand
you said one day we would marry and as a grown child, i believed you slipped thorns into my mouth i tried to thank you for the roses but blood came pouring out where are you now? where is my heart? i'
it’s a weird place to be, stuck right in between i’m still in love with you, and i deserve more than you gave me when both are, at once, true i liked you much more before i loved you i liked you bette
you made me feel like you loved me even when you don’t. it was just enough for me, ignoring reality for a dream. though the wool was thin, it sat snug against my eyes, nonetheless. i could sculpt it i