ManicWorld Magazine

My arms asleep
But so are you
All the quiet discomfort
I put myself through
Remember when
We’d lie on the mattress
And tumble to sleep
And you did to me
What Spring would do
To a cherry tree
The palm of your hand
The small of my back
All of the things
I thought were mine
The curve of my lips
The crook of your neck
All of that love
Now dead on the vine
You said I was beautiful
But what does that
Have to do
With this hole
In my chest
2am are you alone?
4am I’m long gone
I’ll sleep with him
But I’ll dream of you
Another faceless stranger
Kisses me goodbye
And all of that
Has to do
With the spine
That you lack
All that time I spent
Storming out of rooms
All the time you spent
Just watching me go
But the doors unlocked

Come inside
Won’t you let me see
Those honey eyes
Cut the light
Turn me around
Won’t let you see
These bloodshot eyes
Take me in
The sweep of your arms
Tell me it’s real
Even if you lie
Because I’d rather feel the pain
Than nothing at all