I hate the way water pools stagnant

on your skin

on mine

with our fingers intertwined

once and only once

because mistakes aren’t made to be repeated

at least mine aren’t

Cracks appear in our glass walls

they’ve become so brittle and inside we’re

falling apart

we needed oxygen to survive

all you gave me was propane

and the occasional dose of lithium

I like to believe I glamorise self-destruction

bruises and contusions

the chance of an unexpected relapse

aren’t I a pretty patchwork

little pieces sewn together haphazardly

criss-crossed

mismatched

just like you and me

You sit at the window in my imagined room

there are stars in your eyes and kisses on your lips

just like the day I met you

a clockwork boy made of Valium dreams

smile cynical with the taste of cigarettes

Maybe we could’ve worked

if the blood vessels in my body weren’t leaking

and marring my dove white skin

Nobody likes a bully darling

even if I am a masochist