
because i'm bothered by the things I do
because your hurt invades me
everything in me is useless expect for my womb,
it bleeds small children each month
let go, let go
tear out your solitude
people seem to be leaving holes on my body. dirty holes. holy holes. bruised holes. and I carry them like I carry my bones. yesterday we spent the day in bed together, and you touched my holes and asked me who gave me them. I dont want to forget who gave me them, so I'm remembering everything. its seems that you like my bruises better than you like my bones, even though you buy me cigarettes.
I think we are worse when we're together. I dont really want to know what you think or feel about me. I feel so much on my own.
dont look at me like that darlin, i'm a mess.
he poured love with his beautiful gentle hands, our hands met before we did. they crushed my body, leaving me blue, bruised and beautiful. you finally gave me something. I found some secret messages hidden in the palm of your hands too, in the lines that really is a map over your body.
oh, and your unkissed cheeks. .