It’s that much easier for you to suffocate me now that your hands aren’t in mine.
because if i’m not holding your hands then they’re around my neck, and every time you smile without me hurts a little bit
It’s that much easier for you to suffocate me now that your hands aren’t in mine.
not like fists and
bruises and whiskey
on your breath. not
darkness in eyes and
screaming.
not poison apples,
but i love you’s–
i love you too much.
i love you because i cannot
love myself.
toxic everything i own
in a pile on your floor,
toxic take all that is mine.
toxic maybe we can share
the burden, too.
toxic take, take, take
all the love
i don’t know how to give
myself.
I used to be crazy about you– now I’m just crazy.