spazteca

This broken heart pumps words like razor blades and the broken blood lies in these veins cutting up from inside, tiny tearing holes so slowly it makes me want to cry, but I will keep eyes forward as memories fill the spaces between phrases written on my skin, read them with your lips this is where you seep in. Then you drip on me with wax, cover me in sin, we'll do it all by candle light and dance all night like fire flies. So if you will please hold my hand while myself is delivered from within, my skin won't bleed again if you can touch me before the age of ice begins. I know that it's depressing honey to think of this position, but we're already in it so we might as well admit, that the distance doesn't fit in, between us there's just no room for blankness to equate. I can't get any sleep here you're just too far away I'm tired of being awake. If I could close my eyes only to open them to your face, I would then transpose myself and be there before the day could end, into your arms then I'd be home again.