helium balloon lungsi. You write me notes scribbled on sandpaperand I run them across my face,scraping away layers of saccharine skin,ii. Your eyes, made of cookie crumbs,I'd like to dip them in milkand watch them melt,smoking like dry ice,iii. You churn my childish heartin circles and in circlestill I slip into cardiac arrest,iv. I just remembered that time youwrapped your arms around me like vinesand held me until you couldn't,v. Oh what I'd give for a pair offortune cookie lungs,inhaling intuition,exhaling self-fulfilling prophecy,vi. I've been fishing for horoscopes,pasting them onto my bedroom wallsand on the backside of my skin,hoping that they tell me thattoday is the day you will be mine,vii. But your soul is made up of sinsand I do believe in forgiveness,but forgive me, for I cannot forget.
biopsyput me under, cover my face, stuff my lungs with your chemical lies.if they were to take me apart,slice open my chest,peel back the skin keeping me whole,they would find:a. one heart, slowly ticking.(they would not find anything,but they would have to say they did.after all, girls can't live without a heart.they forget that i'm not the first:a score of girls walking even thoughthey should have faded long ago.)b. each rib curved so perfectly,a shield around my lungs.(a cage, keeping my breath from burstingout of my skin. know that this is just me,held together by nature,unable to lose control of myself.)c. two sacs of cells, nestled beside each other.(no first-hand smoke here, no sir.only second-hand dust, onlythings i could not get rid of,only bits of places i've been,caught in my body.postcards of memories i can't see.)d. a skeleton, still and alive.(sleeping, with blood cells being producedin the hollows of my curves.the rattling of my bones cannot
ShardsYou were a painlessMiracleNothing lessYour bright light suddenly blacked with theashes of burnt hopeyou've failed mefailed yur last Teststabbedwith my own knifeI guess we can consider ourselvesEvenI dont want to be evenI play to winAnd with these tearsI drown the miracle ofWhat Could Have Been