The tiny barbs that
puncture your porcelain skin
&the look in your eyes as
you realise
you're effin' bleeding to
death.

When all of this is over will I be the only one who believes &cares enough to carry on?

Hang up the phone and I'm not pressing 'redial'.

All the "drop dead"s you ever fed me and I still got your back.

I can't keep forgetting to draw the broken hearts.

I put my hand under the hot tap to prove all this is real.
&you still don't get the message.

We're worse than the liars you paint us as.

All those revision books you bought, but you can't buy an 'A'.

Love is not wanting to let go&never saying goodbye, because you're afraid that if you say it, it will be for the last time. It's ugly and awkward, not like in your stupid soap operas and daytime television shows.