i’m screaming your name
at the edge of a cliff with
the salty spray of the ocean blowing in my face

the sharp wind,
whipping against my flesh,
forever scarring.
oh, how it stings

and i wonder how far the wind will carry my voice…
across the oceans and seas
because my voice is getting hoarse,
and i know i can’t go on like this forever

and i wish you were right here…
screaming along with me,
(because i deserve you)

and i wish you never left me
(for that other girl who is a whore)

and i wish that you could simply kiss all the bruises away…
(the purple butterflies flying up my arm)

like before

(but i know that’s never going to happen)