This Should Be You

Please, please -
My glass heart has been scratched
And your fingerprints are on the rock.
Wake me up,
They’re burying me alive.
My casket has no holes
And I can’t breathe.
Or maybe it’s because there’s no oxygen
It’s all been sucked into your heart
And it’s black.
Am I blind?

Sorry, sorry -
Your words are in my head
The low buzzing I can’t forget.
My sheets reek of your scent
I can’t fall asleep without you
I’m dirty,
And the washer is full.
I can’t live with the smell of memories
It’s all been thrown away for you
It’s black.
Am I deaf?

No, no -
I’m that newborn child
You feel guilty about aborting
My eyes are burnt from my skull
Maybe it’s your face
The poems I wrote about our love
Are frayed and tattered
And my knuckles are bleeding
One touch and I shall buckle
I refuse to be forgotten
Not just another remembrance
Of past loves and past intercourse
But that’s what I am.

Please, please -
Wake me up and cleanse my sins.
Save me from what I’ve become.
The nail polish has been warped and chipped away
My veins are bulging
Wishing for your love
Wishing for your hate.
You’ve given me the one thing I can’t have
And you’ve taken it away
You’ve become an accomplice in my suicide
Because the noose is in your hands
The blood is painted on the wall
I’ve broken my legs too many times
And I can no longer walk that thousand miles for you
Bending over backwards
Tell me the truth and die piously
Lie and be eradicated.