i slip on my tongue
on a lie i’ve told
myself a thousand times
to be with or without
abuse and cereal
tense motions
hundreds of emotions
skipping on black and blue
bruises of darkness
like hips against bones
broken in tune with words against my ribs
anxious moments tucked between
bricks stacked on glass houses
waiting for cracks from windows
of souls breathing in
and we’re dying in secrecy to feel ourselves
in tune with conversations over dinner
moans in screams at night
where tension is peaking
chandeliers shake from dining rooms
in friction with where were going
two upon one
throwing knives against walls
where blood was thrown
in torture against sins
like alcohol and spins
blacking to mixture of drugs
and words you said
like love and rum
mixing my drink with
ice you spew in broken down tongues
i paddle for seas
oceans in tides
pulling us back but forth
at the same time
we didn’t make sense
but sense doesn’t have to be
conversations in broken dreams