which witch

cover your eyes from my scars
 for your soul can't
            handle the truth
rob me from my
           old miseries
but this old heart can still love

emerald blood, but still empty
    obviously colorblind but
can still feel the thorns

                      of this black rose
    i should've known when the rain didn't
touch your skin,

   ....when the spring brought snow

i should've realized you weren't him

  when the sun didn't set and the moon
couldn't rise,

 i shouldn't known

the pain
my heart was feeling

was real

   

i'm done crawling
   in the mud
   wet knees

for dead love

my chest rattles
   my heart swells

bleeding blue blood
    the spell is now broken

can't ask for something
undone,
       untangled thoughts
mingling with the
feeling of a
surrendering soul

  time
negotiates the lies (that
live )             and all i can
ask for now is the
truth



  only to drag my teeth
across a mouth that

   once lived

under my Wolf Moon
 

holding my dreams

tight in my left pocket

sewing realities within

years of living
picking through
thoughts that live
in this brain


only to disappoint

my   late  father

gripping a dozen
  (dead)   roses
 your doorbell


rings

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river rushing 

could it be me

am i changing

like the leaves 

in fall 

??

before spring

the smell of snow

    so pure

white

is this old me done?

i thought our love was a 

dream

....

can't grow a garden without sun

take a pin to the eye

nothing 

can make you feel

like this 

you were always 
trying to force me to 
eat even when i 
wasn't hungry

writing because ryan told me to