Agony thrives under my rib cage

I pull my jacket around me tighter
As I walk away.
This is what’s best for us.

I try to convince myself.

You’re sick,
And I’m in too much pain.
This love is too strained.
So go back to your addictions,
As I go back to my solemn world.
You’ll torture yourself,
Comparing those girls to me.
And I’ll torture myself,
Waiting.

And when I finally dry the tears from my hands,
You’ll show up.
And you’ll be ready,
But I won’t
Because
This love has bled out too long.

Dead birds are gross..

Eyes
Emotionless Eyes
Chained to a gruesome sight.
A little crow, dead
In the sewer grate.
Open beak on a head turned backwards,
An odd position.
Dirty, once ink colored feathers,
Only just hiding the squished body.
Eyes staring at each other,
One set blank,
One set captured at the sight of a body
Without its soul.

"No Children" -- Mountain Goats <- awesome song

Break Up
Think about me while you’re shaving,
Nick yourself as you get angrier.
Talk bad about me to your friends,
Know you’re unsure about this separation.

Get drunk and dedicate the night to me,
Cry to my absence when you throw up.
Play that CD while you try to sleep,
Try not to remember me singing to it.

Wake up and forget I’m not there,
Get angry and throw the pillow at my picture.
Lie in bed and stare at the phone,
Wait for my ringtone to play.

Try to replace me with anything else,
Give up and sit in self pity.
Wonder if I feel the same way you do,
Call me and find out I am.

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Lace your fingers with my ribcage, break open my chest.
Snake around my heart; inject your venom into me.
Whisper sweet words in my ear, invade my mind.
Leave scars in my head and brand my thoughts.
Enclose me in your barbed wire embrace; carve your name in my arm.
Tear at my skin and try to get under it.
Kiss my lips to quiet me, leave me gasping.
Bite my neck till I bleed, make your mark.
Steal my breath, take the life from me.
Look into my quiet eyes; find your reflection in my view.