and so i never really knew how. or. the words to place inside your open chest. fires split up your heart and left you standing in the burning desert. i did not mean to tell you lies, or cover up the words i could not say, to make you realize that my heart has been glued with tapestry, filling every open wound with emptiness.

you were my artificial desire. one i wish i could think of when my skin was colder than ice, wishing for something lighter than the dark my eyes had accomodated to. it turns my stomach.