drowning pool

by suicidallyanonymous

You are the ash
in my lungs,
and the split in my lips
[and that’s not a bad thing
-I like scars].


I want to suffer with you,
with your bones to shelter me
like a shadow.
Because you can’t curl
your spine alone, and
nights don’t feel
so mundane.

I loathe the way
you make me want
to heal you.

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