thin skin

It rains in the empty, long night 

Where heartbreak hits me 

With every drop on my skin 

And I’m cold, 

I’m always cold

The time between the times 

When graveyards look appealing to me

Is wasting away

You know, I think of just lying down

There, here, 

Because tomorrow is murky like jade 

I’ve tried a thousand times 

To understand it, and that pulling in my chest 

Comes like clockwork, like waves

And a wearied state is that of expecting pain

The little fractures 

Hairlines on my hopeful heart 

Are tender 

Where scar tissue has been torn again

And again 

And I’m so sorry, because I’m so tired 

I’m so cold



  • dusk arising

    Have you actually tried laying down on your own at night in a graveyard. It starts off very peaceful.....

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