i sleep on broken in cushions
branded leather
it keeps you warm
like fourth of july kisses
like fireworks
it keeps you warm
masterpiece
to have sewn this together
someday
your hands will grow as big as picasso's
with more imagination and talent
you will brand warmth onto leather hearts
with just the flinch of an elbow
kissing girls with macaroni wounds
this is her heart
this is how you'll mend it
piece it together with a master key,
a master's needle
it is noble
and she will sleep on broken in cushions
formerly broken in by past lovers
have you ever wondered what she thinks of your past
no.
yes. of course i have.
i sleep on set in wrinkles
on these brand new
comforters. i hope for comfort
someday
these wrinkles won't feel so set in
we will be
set in stone,
anchoring me to the bottom of your heart's chains
she is still tied to you
puppeteers play tag in New York city
parks.
I park my car to listen
she still speaks your name
with googly melodies.
she will piece together the dialect of Mr. right now
with the same rhythm to your heart's song.
this is where funny bone bruises
turn deadly. It is not
fun to watch a sprouting love
die.
overdose of numbers up to
1
2
3 million sheep.
They sheepishly grin tonight.
choke on your Zs
y
X.
play example of bad past and reoccurring nightmares
she holds me like sleep paralysis
she is the demon behind my happiness
everything is wrong right now
it scares me
have you ever wondered what demons are holding her back?
no.
i haven't.
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